I woke up to find myself
Among a constellation
Of needles
Transparent
Sharp, reflecting
Directed towards me
With their points,
Their slowly-paced
Pulsing stars
And there was nothing but
Watery mist and them
Seems like I awoke too late
Or too early
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
I woke up to find myself
Among a constellation
Of needles
Transparent
Sharp, reflecting
Directed towards me
With their points,
Their slowly-paced
Pulsing stars
And there was nothing but
Watery mist and them
Seems like I awoke too late
Or too early
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