Butterfingers resting on these silky chest
Breathing like the skies would
When God ask them to
One by one
The boys undress
Wounds, smiling
Fencing the borders
Barbwires on every edge
Trying to serve as own ribs
Cranes of the skylines
Pushed solely to the end
Do you watch us from above?
Retaliating, shields on our hearts?
Winning battles against trespassers
Placing crowns on our newly found joy
By now you must have know this
Every man is shaped like a gun.
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