The dead begin
to forget us
call, answer
don't let go
stay under sky's
umbrella
beat entreaty
speak like echoes
in the new
and unknown
the strange pucker
and kiss of stars
_
in the aftermath the answer is yes
It is hard to look at me for I am your museum and also your miracle reflecting your starlight so my heart stays home embarrassed by sadne...
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