.... and failed. Miserably.
UNTITLED
Missed, but not forgotten.
In idle hands your memory lies
like fog in bogs and valleys low.
Angels howl, wolves weep as
different pieces of different puzzles.
You speak to me, on gentle wind, yet say
nothing. Your silence, my silence,
speaks volumes.
Nearly forgotten, sorely missed. See, my dad died 2
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