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i stitch the moon on my broken skin
for the blood has clotted so much i cannot find the red in the black
and the stars i planted in my garden barely glow (or grow) -
they cannot drive the dark away
i need the candles and the gas lights and the oil lamps stuffed into me
the light isn't enough -
i need to feel the burning too;
fire won't hold me down
until it's a wildfire
i need to be choking on the smoke
until i admit it's killing me too.
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picture credit - ig - @jianghu.e
