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Sep 2014
You perpetually "see" me shining amongst stars
and call me your entire galaxy,
whilst reminding me that the constellations
will never equate to the size
of your heart for me.

This is not starlight,
or moonlit ***.

This is dilated pupils and the ***** light of 2am
shattered on cold bathroom floors
where the fragmented coldness of my skin
the feelings you say
should thaw my scars, melt them
and heal me.
Dean Eastmond
Written by
Dean Eastmond  Weymouth
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