and I will not let these words disintergate in the palm of my hand
as I melt into discretions
blue black arms cross over my chest
handprints burn patterns in my skin
there is a light at the end of this tunnel
if you are fearful, go child go
my head is sinking into brick, your wall of unease
the wngs beneath my shoulderblades shudder at the sight of bad times
girl bent and mother wept behind the happy home
my blindfolded love (who I cannot/will not love) watches and waits
I fade in concrete and the wings beat more heavily against barriers
my love says nothing, afraid to break what as all occured in silence.
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The last three lines are perfect.
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I can't decide whether you should live or die.
Though you'll probably go to heaven, please don't hang your head and cry!
I realized I had forgotten to favorite this. Sorry about that, love.
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