First Light MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

In the dim dark of the morning
Bad weather dissolves into the brighthorizon
Crooked fingers busy with the business

Eyes crisscrossing
Adodging heart growing small and smaller to the eye
Grief tumbles and spillsover and beyond

In the cage of the chest where something throbs
Withboth fists and knows only its history of hurt
A single heart flutters in theair
Before disappearing like a memory

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