Drag me out, feet first, into the highest point of day; pull and tug me fast so that my arms can cut themselves on scattered pebbles and broken glass; cover me with dust and let it dissolve deep into the wounds; and leave me to weep, just leave and let me weep.
1 comment:
I'm sorry for your loss.
The passing of a loved one is never an easy thing to handle.
Peace & Love
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