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Without a Miracle

 
Truth  
bleeds its drama  
gut raw in my head  
thoughts swarming  
while the corpse flies buzz
oceans never care  
and the stars hear no-one
 
Without a miracle  
the best I can become  
is a single speck of light  
torn from the dust of despair  
for hand in hand with Death  
I am certain  
there is no God
Written by Abracadabra
Published | Edited 11th Dec 2019
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