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Nails splintered before the cracked sky,
adorned with scars and sunken eyes,
shattered the sphere, only to find arteries
paled with lead, skinned and spilling
warmed honey among stained glass;
how can I be lost, if you cannot be found?
The flesh of teeth, hold back the words you gave me,
but they’re not enough to stop the bleed;
to swell the tongue with sweet syrup,
to cease fleeting lashes.
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