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Apr 2018
Since when did we  
carve coffins
(with a coldness we can hibernate in)
out of each other’s cruelty?

Had i known gods perish
by their believers’ hand,
i would’ve stopped you from swearing
— on our mutual martyrdom —

Cross my heart and
Hope to die.

(Based on a true story)
Jan 2018
Written by
Elicia Hurst
185
   Avery Glows
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