like joan of arc
things
are looking shady
but
i remember lifting off
one day
in a helicopter
into the wild blue yonder
and (it felt)
like sterling silver
on
my neck.
i kept his words
in my
(locket) jewelry shining
like
my hair and i
loved him,
for all that he was worth,
and i remember
as i flew away
thinking i would die,
die
for the art
(and the honor)
of believing...
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