Previously Published
by Stephen
When you fail tomorrow
(which you will, because we always do)
count your blessings out loud
and realize that while we
can manipulate their emotions and warp
making love into paltry fucking
we can not foil the consistent
good
that continues dripping from somewhere
behind the coruscated hole punches in
the black sky
onto our throbbing, undeserving heads.
this is exactly
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