in the mean time strangers hold hands and pray words i don't understand but quench myself in trembling inside where wildfire ravaged creeks create river wombs so deep the moon rises on the walls of white bellies swollen with regret pressed against foolishness stumbling upon unquestioned answers finger walking across skin so hungry even time is frail against ears starved for one word of courageous truth.
in the meantime.... the dull edge of one unilateral decision rips apart life where love might have made a kinder slice.
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