in the end
there are no swan lullabies. no memories of uncomfortable stories, to bring us comfort. no bitter-sweet last minute offerings of secrets, no final surprise. no last chance at an unfamiliar hope. not a smile for unsung bliss. no church bells to harmonize a timeline of glory, agony, defeat… not an embrace to leave us warm and loved. only a body removed. a soul left somewhere for the living to rescue. Comments are closed.
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