For Hiya Sharma's Fib contest " saudade of stars"
I roam alone where the ghosts cannot touch my spark, nor steal the sear of soaring moon, for I am the violet zenith of an arcane chimera aching and breathing in the afterglow of primordial love magic ~ and in the saudade of stars, I held my muse… as tonight, I need you a little closer than the homesick heat kissing this soul in silence, as I no longer weep as a victim of the devil’s weak harbingers, camouflaged in color-drifting liquid currents of lethal lapis blue, as if these sighs of forgiveness resemble the face of a fool’s paradise…
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