Pray


And the pure visage,
of beauty and unrest.

Loose, wild, enchanting,
a glass of water in the eyes.

The turn of the brow,
pain, shame, some pleasure.

The halt of the beat,
the silence of the dead.

God.
Submission.
Beauty.
Regret.

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