I found ruins in your hands, each finger
once a house of worship, now
crumbling with every touch.
YOU ARE READING
eating the moon
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I FOUND RUINS IN YOUR HANDS
I found ruins in your hands, each finger
once a house of worship, now
crumbling with every touch.