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Gusty winds and cotton skin

Blessed with unclean thoughts

Sky blue teeth and tongues of fire

Charmed with smoke and cough

For those who tremble

For those who weep

For those who shiver

For those you can't keep

For those who crawl on hands and knees

Through broken glass to beg and plead

For those who drink and never sleep

And pray the Lord their crown to keep


Stephen Viola ($) is a writer and musician based in NYC/NJ.

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