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We Have Much to Fear

By Aro_To_The_Heart, Mandeville, LA

Watching the stars move about in their beds of velvet
I can’t help but stop to think, “What have I done?”

...how youthful...

...but the words stick to the roof of my mouth and taste like tainted honey...

The threads holding up this system slowly fracture and corrupt,
Diminishing to scraps and fragments of memory in my trembling fingers,
And so the world falls once again upon aching shoulders.

...I’m so sorry...

I feel that I’m twisting your arm behind your back with every word,
Draining what little cohesion we have left.
It seems my forgiveness is no longer an option.

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