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[human_montage]

lovers wrote their names up here
with living hearts and warm hands,
they dragged the weakest ink
across the strongest metal.
making promises with no witnesses
and so one could ask
how many poems did the sky hear?
how many words did the wind take?
how many tears did the ground catch?
does the steel beneath clenched fingers
give resolve to an anxious heart?
and I stand here
and I ask for two things
a pen to mar the metal
and the courage to write our names.