In Song

Prayers to no one spill as notes

Filling the room with suspect hopes

Drawn from the center of waking

Nothing more than poison strained

Painted like the desert at dusk

A pastel sky, the greatest facade

Of the choking heat I am to tame

Distilling pain for the sake of art

Leeching music from burnt stars

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