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1018.2010

Darling, I want to say something
While sitting waist high in stars
But a shadow hangs on me -

Now I knowing this am I against I;
A hijacked sun is ultimately dead,
The dark is consumed by something darker.

Damned if I do, damned if I don’t,
Or some such shit, but it’s all the same
No matter who, where, when -

Although you should know your 39th year:

That I’m in love, wondered about
When our paths might cross again
and you, making me experience you
At eighteen; deserted, bruised,
then easy to break as the bird I am in your palm –

That you were in mine,

Are finally even.

Marni©