Soaring

We are fated to collide  

Turning over and under

Given back to our stars    

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Carving up the night sky,

Wordless and spare,  

Battered and bruised   

By our ballads of death  

~

No one drifts unscathed

From this fatal waltz

Spinning out in a daze

Into aimless arrows

Made of  precious stone

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Never seeing the harm  

The scarred vessels adrift

All doomed to collide