oh god, our memories are ruins. i have no illusions anymore.
houses that once were home… so long, not so long ago. & now
the reddest rose, petals beneath the coldest snow. a poem
of nothing new, composed of bone… i am sure you know this.
by joshua heineman ( about cb )
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