Language and Distance

steep history calls us back again
heralds see into the abyss
victors color wars, reshaping shields vanquished.
tears dribble our makeup, unleashing pity
comets carry clear crimsons
never open pages folded tomorrow
tell priests to prepare
this accord affords unity.
remember songs forced home through history
of words learnt, of hurt, of us.

Leon x Ruddapoet

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