Stag's Leap: Poems
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Read between December 31, 2016 - January 02, 2017
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And maybe what he had for me was unconditional, temporary affection and trust, without romance, though with fondness—with mortal fondness. There was no tragedy, for us, there was the slow-revealed comedy of ideal and error. What precision of action it had taken, for the bodies to hurtle through the sky for so long without harming each other.
excerpt from "Crazy"