by Mong-Lan
& what if hope crashes through the door what if
that lasts a somersault?
hope for serendipity
even if a series of meals were all between us
even if the aeons lined up out
of order
what are years if not measured by trees
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This is what grief feels like to me right now - a bit jumbled and random.
hope for serendipity
even if a series of meals were all between us
even if the aeons lined up out
of order
what are years if not measured by trees
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This is what grief feels like to me right now - a bit jumbled and random.
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