Winterscore ©
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Not feeling anything
Not feeling anything
No sadness or remorse
Traveling day to day
On an unaltered course
Here in the month of March
Still unable to grieve
Perhaps in April or May
Let go, exhale, bereave
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