Monday, December 9, 2024





The Priest wrote
on her feet
after the adoration 
words hard to decipher

she sat in those chairs
where each man
famous in the unreal city
reflected her light

their lips were pressed
holding a secret
concerned, rushed
she does not tell

-Solvarg
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