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Mar 2018
Her freckles are the stars
fallen as dust
pressed upon her cheek
Her eyes carry the universe
which the stars descended from
and somehow they are not so distant

Black holes will engulf my existence
I beg to her,
make me nothing.
But the eclipse brings me to life
and Osiris is delighted this eve.

we are left astonished
Written by
ashley  22/F
(22/F)   
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