a godly stature.

a trust to have comfort in you has become

dictated on words carried by marble birds

brought forth in shades of green.

she slips her tongue into your mouth:

consistantly speaking for you.

in time, it will all dissolve much like the

vacant buildings which once stood in unison.

one by one, reduced to a mere imprint of

what used to be.

yet people will say:

there it once was.

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