I'm just a monster with ideas, bleeding ink out on the page. Something so quiet, so desperate, tell me you don't think that way. I've got eyes tuned to illusions and an empty in my soul. A ragged, beating, pitiful thing, words can make an exit hole. We know better than to take what we deserve. Stars don't shimmer but the bottles do. You and me, 2 for 2. I don't remember galaxies, light pollution, big city. Get this gore out of my chest, flush the wound with reassurance. Lungs don't collapse like black holes do, not as long as you get consoled. I'm a stardust immigrant, but I've never been home. Born to nothing, dying to love. I look up to the stars but only see airplanes. Nebulae beings at our centers. Cradled in dark matter, and in the dark it doesn't matter. You and me put the sempi to eternal.
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