Braeden Sagehorn he/him/his
thank you for letting me vent
what is the beauty of friendship if not the voice
that passes between peace and pain—pulling them together
into a unit so divine that light itself cannot escape—a pure elevation
of the heavenly bodies so torn apart they appear almost
broken, but alas they are not.
they reside still in heaven for a reason; therefore i ask you,
embrace this golden wind and let those that love you carry you
forward. flow with the time as best as you can, and hopefully
peace will emerge—transcendent.
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