DESIRES AND BLOOD FLOW IN THE PALM OF MY HAND,
ENDLESS WINGS AND CHAINS SUIT ME WELL,
THEIR WEIGHT KEEPS ME FROM GOING ANYWHERE,
WITH YOUNG EYES THAT HAVE ONLY SEEN LOSS,
PEOPLE THINK OF STARS,
THAT THEY WON'T BE RETURNING TO,
MAKING OUR RESPECTIVE LIGHTS BLOOM WITH OUR LIVES,
LIFE IS THAT WHICH TRANSFORMS US, RADIAN CUT INTO EVERYONE ARE GENTLE VESTIGES OF SCARS,
SO SEE THAT, THAT WHICH BINDS YOUR EYES,
FOR ONLY THE BODY DIES! ! ! ! ! !
BY ANTHONY RUBINO
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