by M.N. O'Brien
The girl was out of breath,
covered by a marble veil.
The teary eyes of a vacuum yawn
forgave her with an eternal answer
that waits to this day to be fulfilled,
so tomorrow can be as the day after and we can relax
in the freedom of death, deflated.
All of this made to extinguish a fire
that we asked to be apologized for
after we became tired of the burn.
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