Night Flare
When you say you would rather live out of your beaten up Saturn than face the hollow husk that your life has become, is the sound I hear a cry for help, or the hiss of your last dry match striking the last remaining beam of love binding us together?
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what’s a little human love
compared to
living in the light
of 82 moons?