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By Tori Harris |
She glides by, gauzy and veiled in black I reach out my hand but then snatch it back A dying rose shedding its petals on the floor I can’t take the silence anymore Rain and condolences, dark clothes and despair So many tears unshed and even less to spare Ironically what is missed was never real What do you say when you aren’t sure how you feel The five stages are an unending cycle on repeat That grief is so difficult to master is extremely bittersweet.
By Ashley Smith | sweet words were written for me and as years have passed and the memories have faded, you're not the one i used to...
By Daniel Ojeda | Let the ceiling fan have the spins Collecting interior dust. With its very dull wooden rims it creates minimal gust....
By Felipe de La Rosa | From El Norte, a man is crossing la frontera into Tijuana to visit his familia; when their hands clasp, I feel...
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