Sluggish Breeze
sluggish breeze
through snow-clotted branches
who could have guessed
my greatest sin would come
from loving too much
through snow-clotted branches
who could have guessed
my greatest sin would come
from loving too much
To E. B.
Last night, I spoke your name in a crowded room. The place fell silent. Even in my dreams, they've heard the news of your death.
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