Tag: grief
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Look In Her Eyes
Her eyes are the deep brown of the Ethiopian coffee that runs through her veins with all the strength and sustenance that coffee is for that country. Deep wells of love and pain, sass and longing and empathy, with the unconscious knowledge of centuries of custom and tradition. She is firmly tied to those villages,…
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Be a Star (To Matthew)

….From where you are To where I am now Is its own galaxy Be a star And fall down somewhere next to me…. Pretty Things by Rufus Wainwright You were afraid of us when we met you. I was newly off to college when my father was your professor. You were a student who played the…