Chris Michaud · Dec 14, 2011
ars moriendi

the war was over before it had even begun
before the first arms were lifted

they embraced the notion of something bigger than
anything they ever could have been

she waves at me from the end of the pier
as my little boat is washed out into the fog

 
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