My purple nights and the blown out candles..
Threads of smoke...
Figers burnt and sticky wax...
All is but inside my heart.
I could sense it there..
All because i lost my moon while counting stars...
All because my stars were scattered on a thorney bush..
And yes..it bleeds as they left an indelible spur on my membrane.
Embers of my fireplace have gone to sleep...
I'm in darkness silently panting,
And withdrawing to another darkness inside..
Inside me.
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