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Our world was
Small and annihilated
In an instant
Though our streets narrow
I thought they went
Both ways
Narrow streets and street lights off
You’d hang land-
Lines on my crucifixes
And laugh
At the trees
Reciprocating my love
Jesting at the Muse’s muse
Though another may have
Dominion over the birds
The rubble of this world is
Mine and mine alone
Unlike you
Now to pick
Up this charred heart
And get to rebuilding