A word from the Wise


I can see the stars die
— when I close my eyes.
They wither away in lines;
I watch them with my eyes.
They warned me not to die
While I’m still in love;
They said my heart will forever wander aimlessly;
ageless—
in a constant, wallowing melancholy.
Nevertheless.

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