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You were born in terror

Like an angel exorcising itself from the clay

And like every angel, in the end, you fall

Screaming like a wounded animal, vicious in its grief

As you land, your nameless fingers root into the earth and become gods

Erupting like the most beautiful flower I’ve ever seen

You used to long for death

My love

My devourer

My ashen one

Can’t you see?

Death was always here

Death is you