we will cry, one at a time.
when you perfect the waves
that collapse the circle. but you will
still burn in pain for each one of us
giving up the moonlight,
each electron headed
for the breaker. and i dream
that you are faceless. no one can tell
when you cry behind a mask.
we were your stillborn babies.
you named us all, in spite
of our condition. you warned
us. your love would be
disguised as darkness.
a love generated
from a medicine
from a penitant hero
with death forgiven
between pills.
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