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Stars burst, fill eyes with wonder.
Frost-bitten fingers
reach out to hold
The light, as the sky's wrenched asunder,
And falls, searing through the cold.

And I see stars

There's a mountain-shaped gap
In a canopy so riddled with stars
That it glows dull grey.
And across the black hole
Pin-pricks of light are slowly
making their way.

I see stars.




I See Stars


The Day He Died

Time Alone

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