L / Ht

“As fallen, our hands must seek salvation from reaching for the stars;
else our debt should fall inside our heart”

-3ntxra

No deep, bountiful skin could tell
No soft, delicate fibers would help
No soothing whispers could speak
No unscathed structure stands tall
For failures simply fall


tear inside those fresh organs
like scraps of rash paper; crumbled, and starkly real
yet not a single finger could feel what remains stood plainly on parched, dry plains


those desolate grains
change no glorious brains
swinging on golden, lush, chains

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