Thursday, February 2, 2017

Suicides

Irreconcilable
Comment: There is no mid-ground between the contrails of the commercial jetliner and the fertile earth below. Along the furrows I walk watering what will not grow. When winter comes I will pull the blanket of purest white up over my head with hesitation. In the darkness I will dream of you.-Lantz Pierre

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