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“When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.”



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a tribute
to a thing
that made me
more
real
and
made me
question
everything i knew.

at last,
the beauty,
sweet,
was born and
came
into the world
violent
and porcelain.

tracks.
these deep frames
carved
knowledge
into her supernova tendencies.
and gifted her
such a
magnificent loneliness.

all that was left
was to be
reborn.

and when the cocoon split,
she was not a butterfly
but
a
beetle.
shiny and slick.
such a hard, hard shell
filled with the softest
insides.
and crushed
in the
whisp
of a
heartbeat.