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“I want a smile like a glistening shard. I want a kiss that’s as sharp as a knife. The day expires, and the dry, cracked, trembling lips God saw fit to put this kiss inside, I lift them up to you.

I’d like to bear witness to:

a light that is fine and is filling the cryingest eyes,

grace in each face that is making the wastedest, brokenest ones fairly fly,

love that is innocent of that old cynical, covetous, cancerous vibe,

and a beauty that annihilates all life like it’s lived in these nights, holding your hatred tight like a sign that you’re right or you’re strong.

When your doors are shut tight, I will dream you tonight, and my dream will just sweep you along. When all fires are fanned, when we’re shucking our plans, when we’re too weak to stand on our two feet - is there a hand to take hold of the scene?”