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Black hole
Moon eyed she goes
She is one of the stars
Lonesome she is
In the presence of Mars
Soon her reflection renews
She is a planetary part apart
Memories become brand-new
She is solo in this system
And as the lights dim
He becomes hers
She sucks us in
Until everything’s hers
Friday 19th April 2024 3:33 pm
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