young life
smuggling solace from
grey swarms of smoke
they huddle together
cuddle forever
cradled in coccoons of self pity
we grip hands
surrounding them, eyes lifted
begging golden grace
"come engage them
have your way
save them from their demons"
(scaffolding
and
scarring such
sad souls)
"make them bright like a brand-new day"
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