static, then:
"We have identified the crack in her face,
as a smile."
(a crazy stringed instrument, given full spectrum,
aural insanity, all the while, the voice soft)
As I stare, in to the corner
I know, it is plaster and stone,
the great comedown, of
angels, rubbing their halos raw,
and my missing wings, that never grew,
and when I can no longer stand,
for
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