a letter to a girl past the rainbow bridge, who fought her great war.

a prose poem

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for g, beloved of a beloved, after one year.

Dear you, my sister in arms, while you still carried them in this tenuous sphere, I wish you the greatest peace. I know what it means to be weighed down by the holographic voices, to seek the mystic serenity of the longest sleep. I pray that you stand…