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Prayer for Optimism

my

nails mooned

with filth the

last three men salting

my breath I walk further

the woods dark & owning a

power I don’t trust the alchemical dark

transforms us men young handsome as dreams scrubbed

clean by moonlight we are sick with some kind

of optimism every man potential nails mooned with filth four

men salting my breath I walk further the dark woods owning