A Stone Dwelling
In my flailing In my wailing In my anger In my running You are never further than the reach of my hand. The distance I think I feel from You is more likely the padding of my self-protection when You don't show up in my short sighted demands my earthly ultimatums. Perhaps You are allowing the shallow house I've built to fall. My desperation My frant…
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