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Miles and Stones
No novel words tonight, but a poem drafted: "Kryptonian International Remembrance Day". It shall go out in the morning.
It took the stone off my chest better than talking about death and the discourses of grief we have these days in this format. Because here it would have turned into a fight, I think. And one of the great things about poetry is, like a bathroom, it's there for when you need to put your head into it and just scream for a long time.
(Despite my current sort of pissy mood, I actually had a great day.)
It took the stone off my chest better than talking about death and the discourses of grief we have these days in this format. Because here it would have turned into a fight, I think. And one of the great things about poetry is, like a bathroom, it's there for when you need to put your head into it and just scream for a long time.
(Despite my current sort of pissy mood, I actually had a great day.)