Don’t Give Me Duffy’s Onion

You breathe new life

into dying suns,

pointing out possibility,

bestial, the celestial

bodies

burn in the night,

fighting the passion,

drinking in the doubt,

waiting

and wanting, haunting me

before

winking out.

 

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