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Salvation of the Stars
Intense glare drawn
For things you’ll never know
The moon, magnetic
Dripping from my hair
Leaving lingering dewdrops
Red as brandy wine
Biting deep like licorice
A morbid blend of color
That bleeds into the soul
The salvation of the stars
Grows cactus sharp
Chiming in beat
Randomly with the windchimes
Hanging from Baccara roses
Never to know the story
That the weeping willow told
They fell from the sky
Hung like vines
Thorns massaging eyelids
Scarlet tears danced
Straight into violet waters
Saturated in rose blossoms
Gentle as the colors
That whisper in a paua shell.
