I’m awake and the stars have seeped through the skin of my teeth.
Taught like nothing I’ve ever known from a home with temporary praises.
And sky gazes, I never knew what it would be, when time was borrowed from a well of wished truths.
And luck was no more than a borrowed sin wrapped in silk threaded questions.
To mend a fractured spirit.
Emptied
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