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All of the Stars

My heart fell deeply

Into an abyssal drop

Kettle with an abysmal top

Boils over

With no one left to hold the warmness of all I am up

Hold my hands together, to pray and just for what

Cold inside my chest, I rub vigorously at a hollow cage

Warm inside my cheeks, a foreheads wrinkled rage

With age I have found peace, fire doused by the water of life 

Waves come in and just release, the sun is never hot at night

And the knife, buried deep inside the sand becomes brittle glass

As if to return to the only earth it knows, twist and turn till at last

Nightmares in desert winds have nothing to howl against

From whence

Why? Hold in false pretense

The apple of my eye

Oasis in the dust

Fresh springs off the river run through rock

So pure and delicious

In the heat I had my wishes

But the steam is running out

And your skins’ complexion no longer shines

Like the stars at night, or the sun in the sky

Another star is born, to shine its light and die

© The Sad Owl

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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