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i’m asking my hands to turn

into midnight, into timber,
carefully carved out cliffside,

i don’t wanna hurt anyone, i don’t
wanna run.

at sunset i get graceless,

my body hurting like a snow
fall & making ugly shapes.

nothing gets remembered, i paw
at the dirt & hear myself howling,

the neighbours tremble kindly
at my fear.

early morning touches my face

like a burn, i apologize profusely.
every shard of sun revelatory; it says

forgiveness is arbitrary,
what we do to ourselves doesn’t
matter.

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