But then, I loaned it
To the star gazers...
And as they encrusted
Its hems, with gems
From Pandora's box,
The midnight child
Cried her last tear
Into the Styx....
The headless fields
Ran into the arms
Of the ink blue wind....
As the last page blazed
Away from my secrets,
Into the deep
And disappeared.
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