Under Liquid Starlight


We sit under regrets

and make our own heat

and know what we’ll be through in the morning.


We sit under unmade promises

and spend all the questions we have

on the universe and each other.


We sit under liquid starlight

and waste time that can never be wasted here.

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Written 8/12/17

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