Friday, December 23, 2016

thistle biding peace you winter into spring 
and you never know maybe we are not in fact doomed
and war is just a dark dark dream we will wake up like winter into spring 
faith in heart thawing spontaneously unsought upwelling tears springs washing these 
tired and power frightened eyes

last night we laughed without knowing why laughs we kids not knowing why we cannot stop now why

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