Traces

falling down

Would you trace the scars on my hand

for a resolution

a declaration that might mean something.

Would you watch the day

as it bleeds away and bathe in the constellations.

Would you listen to the sins

of the moon as they pour onto my face

and trace the scars on my hand:

my absolution.

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