Sin

Let my pale, skin be the paper, let your
hands be the pen, engrave sins on my
body like it was made for your fingertips.
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Night

Moonlight carved notes of sobs on my stone

Stars arrived, the pallbearers of my bones.

Darkness bedecked my grave with elegant gazanias,

Chanting your grace

I again died in that insomnia..!