Brazenly,
the bright weeps.
Leaves of wax
soften in the touch.
Onward, outward
moves the breath.
A little death
to upend the morning.
-r. miller
A Little Death
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Brazenly,
the bright weeps.
Leaves of wax
soften in the touch.
Onward, outward
moves the breath.
A little death
to upend the morning.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 