Aim For The Stars
How funny
that after her
i set my sights so high
into a cemetery of stars;
burning lines along rye dye skies
across heavens ink blue body,
where i searched for angels
and only found the devil with a halo
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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