The absence of light Weeping quietly at night, Longing for the loving touch Of bleached white stars. A taint, a
Something that I have found comforting in the days following an incident of racial violence such as this latest act
The absence of light Weeping quietly at night, Longing for the loving touch Of bleached white stars. A taint, a
Something that I have found comforting in the days following an incident of racial violence such as this latest act