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I wonder if angels cry. When the scent of fornication smothers the air And guilt consumes the careless hands immersed in the jar of sordid men. When children kiss blades, painted in their brother's blood. Drinking their mothers tears as though a precious tea. I wonder if they use handkerchiefs or let rivers rise, feeding from their eyes. Dancing in birth of the innocent youth, glimmering with hope and prosperity. I wonder, I wonder.
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
jamie-king
when diamonds rain
I wonder if angels cry. When the scent of fornication smothers the air And guilt consumes the careless hands immersed in the jar of sordid men. When children kiss blades, painted in their brother's blood. Drinking their mothers tears as though a precious tea. I wonder if they use handkerchiefs or let rivers rise, feeding from their eyes. Dancing in birth of the innocent youth, glimmering with hope and prosperity. I wonder, I wonder.
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