Goodnight little baby,
Your energy is free in the cosmos now.
Goodnight little small bump,
Your soul will find another vessel to tether to.
Goodnight little starlord,
Your spirit is still alive somehow.
Goodnight little August,
Tonight I will look at the sky and search for you.
YOU ARE READING
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Historia CortaRevelations, poems, short stories and three a.m monologues, all as tiny as a post-it
