The hour passed and reproaches
Passed too.
With sunset came forgiveness,
A levity never felt on Earth.
The blue air of dew drew down.
Silverware came to a rest after a lifetime
Of spinning around the room.
Attic doors acquiesced
And all memories
Atop the stair would have to stay there.
Elsewhere one was being born,
One dying,
Since not here.
Name That Trauma:: Scott on an Alien Commercial
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Hi KT Team, When I was young, probably somewhere between 3 and 6
(1989-1992) I was home sick with my grandmother. I was watching a
claymation movie on tv...
1 day ago
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