collect my fears and my wounds and
my hearts and my tombs, all the
dead that i've buried
and the living things too.
wish it weren't over.
take a look through
the steeples and pews.
underbrush fire, pious desire,
pale-soft leaves that cut you
like briars.
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC
collect my fears and my wounds and
my hearts and my tombs, all the
dead that i've buried
and the living things too.
wish it weren't over.
take a look through
the steeples and pews.
underbrush fire, pious desire,
pale-soft leaves that cut you
like briars.
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