John Dedeke

cemetery

Belle Fontaine

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God bless your Tide pen, for undoing the damage wrought by a tombstone dance with a glass of wine, for blotting out the stain of recklessness on otherwise unblemished threads, restoring a sense of sanctity to this irreverent skin. 

God damn your Tide pen, for stealing my souvenir, for wiping away the blood I so earnestly shed building my temple to the moment, my graceful middle finger in the face of immortality.