In the wake of foul blood
I hold to the light that keeps me whole
With restraints of a crying man
Whose love is lost, at last, to the sound of cruelty
So as my heart grows heretic…it's beat bewitched
I lay it to my palms
And put it to sleep until the days grow kinder
To the strays of innocence
The long sleep at last…makes me safe.
And I dare to dream
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