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i may have despised
for the longest time
that she was your sun

but you’re my moon

and i guess what
i’m trying to say is—

every one of my nights
would be darker
without her light
all over you
i wouldn’t have him
if he didn’t have her

she’s a hot and necessary evil
for my hot and brilliant
best friend
Poor men talk to God.
Rich men talk of wealth and fame.
Poets talk to ghosts.
She came in a thousand unsolved pieces

A myriad of ways to be put back together

But none complete her...
Kiss me with your fire
Leave the sanguine taste on these lips

Polaris

— The End —