In the face of war

Your skin has been worn in

In the face of war
cut and cast away, the discarded bookends
deprecated holy secrets
snow white fingertips on gold leafed pages
cut to pieces like his body
one day one thousand, one thousand one day
and your skin has been worn thin until the day that the wind will expose and destroy your shallow lies
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