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Tryst Feature Poet John Sweet |
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Tryst Feature Poet John Sweet |
| a footnote to the season of rust |
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a darker light here at the end of the day all blue bled to grey and the sudden failure of solid objects to cast shadows the flags hung like condemned men and our lives can no longer carry the weight of secrets and confessions begin to spill from my clenched fists begin to fall like ashes from your perfect mouth we have spent seven years mourning the burning girl without ever knowing her name have both approached the bones of christ from opposite ends of the same empty field and when you ask me if i regret all of the friends i've lost and i answer no you think i might be telling the truth you understand too late that i won't be the man who saves you and when you ask if i'm sorry for any of this i can only smile
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