like a statue of angels
fighting
found in some empty
field,
rust or blood streaming
from the eyes, the news
of a new
and better god spilling
from
inhuman mouths
i was starving when i
met you
we were stained sheets
and
broken furniture and
burning houses
we were the possibility
of grace
you lose faith for just
a
second, and it all
falls apart
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