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I. The night sky cantillates a tune only sobbing icicles can hear A redeye flight soars with a defunctive plot aboard Supposedly Pluto planned it News reports the next morning said responders found a suicide note along with residue from a melted block of ice in the wreckage. II. Some millions of miles away pocketing silence in his palm Neptune’s tears freeze on the green tips of pine trees Frozen leaves sleep beneath glaring Great Horned Owls Black eyes bend in the back, ground stiff as their spine. III. There is nothing scary about a sad bedtime story without crows or ghosts or a cat’s empty cradle When the pages turn the night sky descends into its deepest sleep before dawn and closed eyelids fantasize about tomorrow’s morning.
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Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
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I. The night sky cantillates a tune only sobbing icicles can hear A redeye flight soars with a defunctive plot aboard Supposedly Pluto planned it News reports the next morning said responders found a suicide note along with residue from a melted block of ice in the wreckage. II. Some millions of miles away pocketing silence in his palm Neptune’s tears freeze on the green tips of pine trees Frozen leaves sleep beneath glaring Great Horned Owls Black eyes bend in the back, ground stiff as their spine. III. There is nothing scary about a sad bedtime story without crows or ghosts or a cat’s empty cradle When the pages turn the night sky descends into its deepest sleep before dawn and closed eyelids fantasize about tomorrow’s morning.
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Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
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