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Buried secrets

Mythic meanings

in tender oceans spilling crimson

A leaking thimble flowing fragile

Oozing tension into blue

Hear these howls hurling our present

I know what this costs us

Hear these howls

Embrace the gnashing

I know what this costs us

I know it’s exhausting you

Without you, I am hushed

A hush like cloaking garments over shivers

In this honeyed season,

why are the boys bleeding?

Have your tears touched someone’s eyes tonight?

Now I see you’re weeping with reason