Under the Skin

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Theories rattle. In question
and answer, you catch the words
and I will float them in tears.

Light was very dim. My
kismat. Some faceless truths cry.
You cannot retrieve the wishbone from blood

Right and wrong will sit on
fire. The porous heart bleeds. But
sadness was dented by the moon.

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