a boy in which we could trust our sin
the glimmer of copper at the bottom of the well
a sigh of relief escapes tired lips;
pressing on, but still holding back
stretching hope as far as it would reach
all the while discovering the voice of reason won't fall on deaf ears or a hollow heart
"We shan't be mocked, we offer you all but our name. Give in, give in!"
We collapse into weaker versions of ourselves
bending our limbs, bending the truth
folding ourselves in
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