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*the kinds of
sorrows
nested in the
arms of Oizys
soaked in a cloak
of severance
circling the roads
to Nazareth
praying, preying,
pretending
watching the sun
kiss the moon —
the last act of
devotion
before the sun
sets
and we’re all
silent again*
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Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 2:56 AM UTC
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*the kinds of
sorrows
nested in the
arms of Oizys
soaked in a cloak
of severance
circling the roads
to Nazareth
praying, preying,
pretending
watching the sun
kiss the moon —
the last act of
devotion
before the sun
sets
and we’re all
silent again*
*
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