“Falling Giants”

“I let it fly. It died when it returned to rest on my shoulder. Lost a bit of morality being this bees keeper. Because I still had it’s honey on my lips. I spoke in whispers but tightened my cold clamy fists. And aided in killing the dreams. Cutting silver cords and letting them drift. Sway away to return to their love thirsted docks. Far & Away. David on July 22nd 2017. Signature.”- David Izaguirre Jr.

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