penitent
impatient patience
strung up in the sun
cracking
bright
white light
then raining
you wish
groping fingers
dig into
palms
whose?
no one
knows
but the
blood
the dirge
the burning
the death place
alight
in
beautiful
stars
penitent impatient patience strung up in the sun cracking bright white light then raining you wish groping fingers dig into palms whose? no one knows but the blood the dirge the burning the death place alight in beautiful stars |
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