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The Hiss Quarterly Vol. 4 ~ Issue 4 Slip Out The Back, Jack. The Anatomy Of Abandonment |
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Olori I looked for you when the birds cut the sky at dawn. I looked for you then, holding in my eyes the fires of our dream. But you were not there, nor was your laughter present in the stuttering wind. Yet I believed I should find you someday, someday when all is quiet and the soft earth measures my desperation. So when I look for you in the blue sky, I shall find your laughter in the medley of the robins. |
