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sh</a></figcaption></figure><p id="dc20">Welcome to the funeral for my anguish, as I have her divinity to drown in instead. She wrote on my skin in a forbidden language the spells to revive me from the dead.</p><p id="8640">I never knew you could hear infinity, but she keeps surprising me every day, she sings angels’ songs with brilliancy, pronouncing her effusive “stay”.</p><p id="92a6">I was petrified that I would break her too, but she taught me I wasn't broken ei

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ther, and I will trust for she is never untrue, she is a healer, and a guide, and a preacher.</p><p id="99e3">I know she sometimes fears she’ll go insane, bearing already a drop of that, but just one dose. A rose-tinted storm, a delicate hurricane, she keeps her gold-rimmed dagger close.</p><p id="4a09">That's what she used to break the sky because she flew me up to heaven, where I found out, no, I verified it is not as wonderful as her, my haven.</p></article></body>

To Break the Sky

A poem

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Welcome to the funeral for my anguish, as I have her divinity to drown in instead. She wrote on my skin in a forbidden language the spells to revive me from the dead.

I never knew you could hear infinity, but she keeps surprising me every day, she sings angels’ songs with brilliancy, pronouncing her effusive “stay”.

I was petrified that I would break her too, but she taught me I wasn't broken either, and I will trust for she is never untrue, she is a healer, and a guide, and a preacher.

I know she sometimes fears she’ll go insane, bearing already a drop of that, but just one dose. A rose-tinted storm, a delicate hurricane, she keeps her gold-rimmed dagger close.

That's what she used to break the sky because she flew me up to heaven, where I found out, no, I verified it is not as wonderful as her, my haven.

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