The Breathing End of Oblivion
Bad poetry and prose from the dark heart of my dreams
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Resolve
She burned cold
then broke down.
He turned south
then caught empty.
We came apart
then ached together.
We lost, naive;
then found resolve
hoping to err,
human as we were,
on the side of angels.
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