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I love you as a star
Loves dying, punctured grey
All I know is there
Are star-like moulded clay
Stars never truly die
They never fade away
When the smell of you faded
It punctured,
Fizzing grey
What ends with us?
Firing stars
Nothing ends with love
Starry and gay.
About the Creator
Essie
Brambling, atypical logorrhoea that really materialise in the form of hatching worms. Or stars.
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