Tuesday, July 06, 2021

in conclusion



beauty is an accident in the day
borrowed with permission
a cataclysm

we are ones feasting on leftovers
mouths wide with awe
and appetence

as skin tightens on our tired flesh
we find brilliant secret plots
of resurrection

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