no promises
all faith all
shards of stained glass all
damp and ruined earth
bare hands plunged into
patient soil and
blood pooling in the valleys
call off the attack
breathe in the perfume
be the man who says there
was never any hope
or be the woman he’s talking about
let me show you
where and why
let me say what i mean
it’s been a while, but i still
like to think i’d
know the truth when i see it
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