Category Archives: Villanelle

A Winged Dream

You were so much closer to me, then. Twenty-eight, still facing┬átime. I do not think I will see you again. The mission door, creaking, swinging wide, A handful of dirt, your gentle face dissolving under lime. You were so much … Continue reading

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