regret in soprano
december still feels like rain
on the pavement
making headlines
a deer caught in headlights
a car wreck in ash and bone
my ribcage
the new jerusalem
jesus in a streetcorner
mo[u]rning
regret in soprano
screaming my name in a botticelli song
grief in a hashtag
teardrops on my keyboard
stilla mascara all over his shirt
while i genuflect in the last pew
praying for you
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