Lost in this holiday spree...our chain broke in my hands.
I think I pounded down with a stake while you refused to look.
Then you pulled at the chain throwing it to my ankles
when I was too stubborn to listen.
Now we have separated.
We acted.
In result
my sadness is not comforted without you,
my friend. sistra.
<3
for cjm
Since I was a little girl, I was in love with wind, the land, and the proximity of the moon. Her glowing face shed just enough grace to soothe my tears in its quiet light. I felt the depth of her passion, her longing, her loneliness, her strength. I sought the eyes of her face; along with their color, and holding smile. She traced me along the footprint I patted down; little girl beating brown; a tiny hand of mud.
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