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crosses, swords, hands

she spirals down out of bliss
and returns
dancing in with
nightmare lace in her eyes
giggling and whispering that
everything fades

she spider-walks with finger tread
across the baptism
of my skin
and makes her heart the hollow
that I unfold
in my palm

she swings the light to the dawn
claiming I'd never notice
it was gone
gathering the reins of my mythology
into the scents of silence
we wear like
amateur Christs

she parts the waters
I puppet myself into
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