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My best friend‘s words, heart, handwriting. XII

Ruin, the most real
and palpable conclusion. It is leveled, face down.

Ruin gets up. Once brushed off, it glows.
There are moments when I no longer live

in the future tense. I walk forward as if I am
limitless. The angels come to impart a message

as they scribble on brick, revise the landscape.
Grace is an arrow shot through air. It hits a surface

and the surface hums. It rises and lifts above
the crosshatch of collapse. I believe this hope

is a table I dance on. […]

– excerpt, ‘Tiny Souls’ by Tina Chang

“Ruin gets up. Once brushed off, it glows.”

Step by step..

XO

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