all the ones with the crooked brows
& their brothers too.
their shards feel good in my mouth.
& the ones left,
they mean love. even when they leave,
i know they'll be back.
& my hand will be held once adventure
ends in home.
the magnificent might be shinier
but it doesn't always know unconditional.
blood & glass & those warm hands
keep my grin upright.
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