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[tengu_wings]

I met a rose today all
soft and sweet
with thorns that split his face up to the ear.
a cliched
sort of charm.

danced in great sweeps of blood and bone
round and round
beneath
between
below

alters rose to meet my feet
small steps
on lines so old they stirred. I clawed my throat
the dust, the choking dust.

in great sweeps of blood and bone
round and round
beneath
between
below

traced the lines
a thousand times
raising my brittle rose.