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Grizzled

 

You want a revelation.

 

Dancing around vacant
streets with graffiti-lined
walls. Tears as blue drops,
plastered on muted concrete.

 

I want a revolution.

 

Ask me how I escape.
Ask me how I forgive.
How I gather my heart
like a grizzly, desperate
for hibernation.

Ask me how I sleep.
(Not next to you).
Dreamless, & on a bed of nails
with pillows of prayer & curtains
of burning dawn.

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