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it
doesn't take another
streak of chartreuse in your
hair to find soul
it doesn't take another
tattoo burning
on your thinnest skin
or nine more piercings
to let
the soul seep in.
we've all
seen some ugly
ashes we bought as
flowers in the produce aisle.
we
lost days, years
we lost loves.
in a literal sense.
or
died ourselves.
and by some prayer
someone made us breathe again.
we
have and
we haven't
visited graveyards.
we have
betrayed
ourselves
and come to find
a simple grace again.
we
learn to forget
how to dwell.
we pour water into a vase.
Mia Moore
"Such an elegant ending." —Kirk
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