So Many Things Forgotten That Don't Seem To Matter Now
The moon slipped past him.
The day came and went
before the question returned.
He held himself in his hands
in a photo they had said was
him, but he couldn't believe.
At night there were no stars.
An owl flew by him twice.
The wind blew to open a gate.
The moon slipped past him.
The day came and went
before the question returned.
He held himself in his hands
in a photo they had said was
him, but he couldn't believe.
At night there were no stars.
An owl flew by him twice.
The wind blew to open a gate.
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