Time is a river
Not a stone
Eternal forward press
Searching for home
Had to hear
Hear her
Just to know
Hear her
Just to feel
Hear her
Just to…
Only to…
Hear
Hear
Her
Arms reached out
Christmas Truce
Fevered war where
Cold combat disguised
The eternal burn
Savage, fierce
Underneath
Forever burn
Weeping angles
Stifled wings
Bound the holy
So the two could approach
Without fear of seeing
Behind
Or even
Fully in front
Stepford stasis
Clever lad
All is well
Never bad
A necessary fiction
Transgressions ignored
Dying light
Angles hands slipped
Leviathan waking
Actions quick
Hand stretching to the darkness
Ghost of a touch
Faded note on crumpled paper
"Never stop writing"
Simpler words
Never meant
So much
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