thank you. for the new pain you brought.
as the weights of the collective crosses
i'd chosen, or stumbled upon, settled
and time polished the sharp edge of my thorns,
the old pains had been growing rusty
like an artists old pen
and the blood in the nib was drying
so thank you for the new wounds
and thank you for the rain
the tears that cleaned the rust away


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