that star,
I'd grovel at your feet
to be that star in
your eyes.
Fickle crazy
forest eyes
chartreuse.
That shard of glass
glimmered like a jewel.
Blinded
I want to be that
piece of delicate porcelain,
that spiracle that minced
your insides
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