Remote Heaven.

The feathers
that fall
from the glaring clouds,
are from the angels
I knew would
always be there.

By the time
People I knew
evade me,
People I have lost,
I have broken,
People I thought would
connect,

even far,

I would never
ever
erase them.

-Arch

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