Blank/Space the moon is some madness those curl inpopping stars on the ceiling, I burst apart stray thoughtsyou keep the lights onand drink in bedpraying the wolves will disseverfor they await at the blank/spaceerasing histories from a pageif you lose my ember in your heart,I cannot resuscitate its truthwe’ll wake in the morning,perennial prey for…

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