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IT CAN END
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EVEN WHORES HAVE FEELINGS
It can end
your happy dance
the passage of time
exchange of fluids
no longer stand
the test of time
but I am a saint
of the night
and offering solace
I heal the wound
with words and gestures
the apocalypse
of the tragic
subsides
in favor of light
It is a light
we shall ride
to the dawn
and greet
the rising sun
the sacred cows
of past
are assassinated
for new blood
the ghosts of fancy
rattle their chains
but hands together
we waltz into dark
assured of day’s return
