“the loss of you
punctured the night sky
like tiny pinpricks on a black canvas
covering the moon from view
allowing only the smallest rays
of cool silver light
to feather touch
my pale lips
my empty hands”

“the loss of you
punctured the night sky
like tiny pinpricks on a black canvas
covering the moon from view
allowing only the smallest rays
of cool silver light
to feather touch
my pale lips
my empty hands”
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