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[antennas2heaven]

good morning blue day
i am accepting you with open arms and shadows
today i will take you by the hand
and memorize by fingertip, your face
we can sleep in the glow of the stolen sun
dream on a whim of all empty cemeteries
your poems like a worm living in an apple
the crooked steeple of St. Bridget's
and all of our days predetermined
stacked and linear, no hearts
no good or evil, only chance.