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Wings & Prayers

Each time I devour these succulent daredevils

Igniting greed in the lonesome hallways of my appetite

I am reminded of what a ghastly thought it was To allow you to enter my psyche through cold veins Only to be left bereft of peace and prayers So I dig my teeth in one more time Reimagining liberation-- Only to craft one decent excuse to bow down

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