· trojan ·

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hand to god's beating heart

I want to be free of my sin
but you created me
this very way
to crave
and satiate this
undying desire

~

desert's dusk
bare bones
lie crushed
under a glowing sun
blinking eternity
maroon saturating the silt
a river dried
feet on cracked ground
chapped lips
drawn blood

this is what I've always feared
being truly alone with myself.

have I found hell here or am I making it up as I go.

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