the idea of beauty which
leads to the concept of fearthe butchered lands between
the dying oceans
feels like 23 again
feels like 17
the villages on fire and the
taste of gasoline when we kissed
told you i loved you and it
sounded like the truth but myfamily was a family of liars
my country is a
country of whores
false kings all feasting on the
bones of corpses and in the end
i am sorry for what we
never became
in the end we can only fuck the
hole in your sister’s broken heart and make it grow
into a subtle act of grace
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