The space ship stank
of old tears
of hugs withheld in greed;
as if love could ever run out…
and yet it did, it does,
time and time again, first a steady light
and then the explosion into hell.
of hugs withheld in greed;
as if love could ever run out…
and yet it did, it does,
time and time again, first a steady light
and then the explosion into hell.
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