The sun shutters at the thought of weeping
the earth shines in its dampening embrace.
The sky crumbles beneath your smile,
your tongue and teeth drip down my face.
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And the crows sing in a battlefield
ridden with ghosts of a bloodier past.
Our hymn shimmers in its casket,
we both knew it would never last.
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But we lay here in the fiery wake
of a skeptic’s corrosive grin,
acid slowly seeping from the cracks
that litter your heavenly chin.
