sinners MAG

February 2, 2018
By nostalgiist SILVER, Sumter, South Carolina
nostalgiist SILVER, Sumter, South Carolina
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there are tragedies in his knuckles and ashes in his veins
he inhales smoke like air and exhales art like salvation
dried petals fall from my fingers like lies from my tongue
his shoulder blades mimic angel wings but his halo is crooked
mistakes and monstrosities and little stolen things paint us sinners
these hands are dirty but they’ve touched the most beautiful things
i ball my fists and spit my doubts like poison from a snake bite
of all the things these hands have touched the most beautiful by far
is him

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