Your crooked spine
Is the bareback outline of a sea monster
Devouring the waves
Your face, the moon
Luminescent but for the shadows
Which scar you
I want to
Put all your pieces back together
Just to prove I can
I want to eclipse you
I want to stop you
I want to tame you
I want to learn your language
So that I, too,
May speak with the stars.
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...wait, WHAT?
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