Category Archives: Death

Time Does Not Erase

Time does not erase, it etches deeper water, wind, ripping stone, sculptor forming this face, this voice, torn away by a reaper. Dreams of when I lay down with you, father, sleeper, found your body curled, yellowed and deforming. Time … Continue reading

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