We covered up every step of the stairs that we fell down.

Erased the imaginary crucifixes from our stomachs. The

Arduous chronicles of our bodies blending in, blending out,

A blur devoid of life. Nobody will imitate our pluvial caresses,

Hear the sound of our distressed voices. Destructive clouds gather

In ceremonious oblivion, presumptious puppets, a flaming nightfall

To narrate our demise and tedious disentanglement, cutting us up

And apart only to refrigerate what is left of us and what we never had.

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“Lilies” by Gustav Pope (1831-1910)

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