Rooftop Sighs breathe
Out applewine hopes,
Drunk out of
Zigzag speech
Popped into jagged
Smiles inked on
By sisters of clothed sin,
Mended in the middle
With whispered prayers into
Crossed and tucked hands.
Hope runs down the
Side.
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