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eyes are the window to the soul
and when the rain came
your colors all ran together
and the kaleidoscope headlights of oncoming traffic
became a chorus of angels
through the broken glass
they found you smiling
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you measure your days like a zealous architect
constructing pipelines to imaginary kingdoms
conveying liquid dreams to an invisible audience
I felt lucky to have been caught in the spill
though you scrambled to repair the pieces
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is anything as tender as a wound?
 taxidermy jesus · Mon Aug 29, 2022 @ 01:32pm · 0 Comments |
