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prayer to dark
2018-05-15
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we were born in the summer rain
the segway to autumn on the horizon
pit-pattering on an old woman’s kitchen windowsill
her own rain carving timeless canyons in her skin
I never put much stock in the seven deadly sins
until greed became my downfall
and I traded my wings, my flight, my freedom
for a measly amount of human gold
instant regret
hair sopping in the rain
I picked myself up and pushed past the searing pain