Asterisked
I am running
out of daylight and in this
forgotten chasm, soon
I will meet my own
fate to become star-blinded
But I do not mind.
My telluric heart
is going to lose its poor
blindspots of stifling
sobriety by
embracing your ravenskinned,
asterisk lighted nightshade.
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