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I sit here

Sucking on the night

Each bright star

Popped one by one down my throat

As a vacuum they're pulled

Each little bit of light pouring 

slick down my tounge

I wipe my face as some of them spill

Then greedily i take dessert

The moon tastes like sky

And oddly enough spring rain

It's silver light especially tasty

Then finally

I swallow the darkness

That never ending black

And day comes 

And iv'e had my fill