I willfully invert myself
In her pitch black stare
Cast out,
From a distant cluster of stars
Again and again
I invert myself
In her wounding glance,
When I’ve died there before
I willfully invert myself
In her pitch black stare
Cast out,
From a distant cluster of stars
Again and again
I invert myself
In her wounding glance,
When I’ve died there before
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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