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a thing of god

Assurance settles as

morning mist, the

exhalation of the

warming earth, the

churning dirt, an

ungraspable above

the ground.


And the meandering

road ahead has tilted

to merely how?


We never asked to be happy;

only for each other,

and ours is a bloody, lustful

marriage, a thing of God.


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