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lupus-astra

Published: Jan 3, 2013

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Your skin is of paper mache and
stardust, so fragile and coruscating
as I reach out desperately to grasp that
supernova you call a heart;
_{please, don't etiolate in their sunrise
and leave me marooned in life's black abyss...
I can't survive without your—}

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_{_{_{Can this even be considered a poem?}}}