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[moderndeadtime]

Mountaintop.

Together we trudge valleys
Shucked from ancient stones.
The land stretches out, fierce as ice.
On the mountain it snows.

Months later and her ashes are in the ground.
I still feel the mountains. I still feel the air.

Plane takes off: pressure in my head.
I cry in the seat, fearing a stroke, an explosion.
She sits

Comments

[hollywood_black]

this probably is pertaining to your actual entry but i love the fact that you listen to elliot smith.