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hold your fire, heavens
the night is beautiful when it's cold eyes are lost in the fourteen karat starsshimmering and twisting into words i can't escape- we're blanketed by this sheet of dimming beaconsbut ...
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still life
you keep throwing me off the edge of the galaxy with broken arms and tattered sleevesthat with the wind confine and bind me to your statue; a scuplture of yourself ...