your light unravels,
unbridled and unchanged
haunt the darkness in the distance,
drowned by the staccato of
the falling rain, fallen, arrested,
broken, you shed your intimate
stars only to find them
sheltered by these hands
that long, yearn, live and
breathe for the motion of
syllables that fumble and falter
from your lips, they are universes
that plummet in sudden blackholes
perishing in your sad reflection.
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