Tell me your story.
Needle spitting ink; the buzz.
Driving healing lines.
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Replace your solemn
Wondering with a blooming.
Black marks, warm, red glow.
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Make a chrysalis
Here. Your duty is stillness.
Till you rise adorned.
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Tell me you see ghosts,
I believe you. Explain how
You hear stones. I nod.
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Say you’ve met angels.
I say these things are stranger:
Birth, snow, kissing, time.
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