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6h
nyx
stars like pimples
on the surface of your skin
bursting forth
galactic supernovas of mass

the sun and the moon
dancing in the center of your robes
your children mingling
the moirai, the apate, the ker

driving forth the universe
the pendulum of the clock
who are you, nyx
and why do you exist
Written by
ms hitt  Agender/USA
(Agender/USA)   
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