[you can blame me listening to space rock... you could blame me missing my old physics/astronomy teacher... you could blame cas's space porn... i don't care]
her seventh star is her seventh sin
and as it falls from the sky,
she falls from grace.
the night sky's stars slowly start
to dim and turn red, and even
the most casual observer
knows she is to blame.
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visions
Poetrythe thoughts in my head, however disorganized [warning, it can get heavy.] -- poetry #43 random #86
