Crowns


Our crowns blended with the pavement, our angels watched with patience.
We practiced religion we knew nothing of and clung to it like childhood.
Unaware of the potential for twisted metal to jerk us back to that innocent place 
before being sifted through waves, tossed with the thorns, and left to examine our self made crowns.

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