You fought to win but a lonely planet’s gaze-
A constellation climbing from an ashen, shallow grave.
But some, it seems, are left to roam the ink-night sky.
Too blind these planets are, to see the ivory of this falling, fading star.
You fought to win but a lonely planet’s gaze-
A constellation climbing from an ashen, shallow grave.
But some, it seems, are left to roam the ink-night sky.
Too blind these planets are, to see the ivory of this falling, fading star.
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