Is this how a revolution happens?
A kiss on the hand
the quiet betrayal
history unravelling
through the tender gesture.
Lucky coincidence
the right man in the right year
mistaken for a god
you made a history of us.
I was to blame.
An untuned radio
through the longest night.
Dead within a matter of days
retreat and return.
This is how a revolution happens.
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