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There's a star I know You'll never see A blue star I carry with me Heavy for my hands to hold Too heavy to drop I want to cut the clouds of wings And this permitted archery Fermenting summer augury Late september thoughts Flying through confetti skies The wings are made of knives Ripping and shredding at horizons Until the mosaic has lost all meaning There's a star I know And a purple night Becoming empty without it
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
wings of knives
There's a star I know You'll never see A blue star I carry with me Heavy for my hands to hold Too heavy to drop I want to cut the clouds of wings And this permitted archery Fermenting summer augury Late september thoughts Flying through confetti skies The wings are made of knives Ripping and shredding at horizons Until the mosaic has lost all meaning There's a star I know And a purple night Becoming empty without it
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
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