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    Poetry

    my keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )

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    sunlight

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    i warm my hands at the fire:
    the sun's molten heart 
    reunites with the stardust
    in my bones
    
                          
    meanwhile,
    the soot in the chimneys
    is all that remains 
    of a cremated pulsar.
    
                          
    past the window,
    molten plasma feeds trees
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