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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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Travel Villanelle

Airplane, airplane, where are you taking me, Strange beddings, another home I do not know… This dying man, this skeleton, aching to be free? A shadow slipping along a moon lit Baltic sea, Fevered mind and aching back, towards some lost … Continue reading

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