the burden of stone.

as if waiting for the birth of a new morning,

we are perched like two birds on fragile branches.

unwarrented words of advise on life, love, and sin.

an embrace held for only a moment - though

the release was stalled. caught on the threads

of unspoken tension and attraction. this

unexpected, fleeting moment stripping us

of all irony and vanity.

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