Sell a Whisper

Finding I can’t defeat the thing you joined it seemed reckless to treat a disease with more disease. I watch you fall in the front row where you abide I keep pace as you conquered a mule surefooted more than alive. It seems so strange that I’ve not yet died. At the sight of ribbons and of a cracked vessel mementos spaced apart. They provide distances, the shimmering enemy must reluctantly brook, in voices born of vapor that I could only know written as signal figures in a few hidden ledgers. I dedicated an offer you hoped to trust but I always knew you are one to pilfer from Christian coffers. As you can do no wrong you could even walk free. I knew you as a song I learned in a stream.

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