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I remember praying from a broken place,
That was the night before last.
Flying at half-mast, in mourning,
After being told I would…
It’s been a while since I’ve been around, I know. I’ve been away, putting things…
Life tastes of blood here.
Crushed blossoms stain hands
With innocence, marking them
Guilty… of taking.