I awoke to a nightmare,
One winter night,
Where you had come and sat before me,
In flesh, and in bone.
And I cried,
As by being here,
As by seeing me,
I must let you go too.
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Birds in Glass Castles
PoetryMy collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.
