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UNION


TEARS 

TEAR FLESH. 

I WEEP ACID RAIN. 

 

CHEEK BONES OF ALABASTER 

SHIMMER WITH SUNSET 

HUES.  

 

AS BLOOD POURS OVER BONE 

FISTS OF FURY 

INFLICT WOUNDS OF PRESENT 

PRESENTS.

 

TO BE UNWRAPPED 

IN YOUR PRESCENCE 

I PRESENT MYSELF 

UNWRAPPED

 

I BOW 

A BOW ATOP YOUR GIFT 

BOWING MY BODY 

 

YOUR ARCHERS HANDS 

DRAW ME FURTHER INTO YOUR 

BODY 

 

OUR BODY 

 

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