©2022 Michael Raven
and so this permanence drags rawhide bound stones through deep waters measured in meetings not days until tick-tock-stutter-stop whiskey hearts stagnate i have not called out your name in ages it has been lost i am afraid to the winds bitter snow
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A mournful tale of how we lose what is important over time.
Nice references to Mr. Curtis too.
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Thank you Chris
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