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| ☽ me channeling some serious Virgin Mary vibes ☾ |
I'm afraid all my satin dresses
are stained with holy wine
and the pouring blood of night's tears.
The deer follow me at dawn,
sleeping in beds of dried leaves and thyme
as I dream of relentless forgiveness.
My veins are like cooled rivers,
and my fingers shake
from a lack of cups of Turkish coffee.
(please read me my fortune).
Yet they are coming for me
but please be gentle
for I bruise easily so,
pale purple pink plot
enough spots to create constellations:
Virgo, Scorpio, Orion.
I want to dissolve
into something
so big and dark
you could only see me
in the moon's most
honest hour.
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