HYPOCRISY PRAYS

trailing jabbing trickling time floats as it sinks false to broken starved skin
portals bleed into golden robes dressed with capture dressed so tight around the western smile
blessed bowls passed into frames of poised position eager glimpses build shrines
where pages drip frosty mirrored cracks.Â
words spill as knowledge kills
starved I amÂ
yet the silence fillsÂ
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