TISSUES OF LIES
TRAPPED IN THE CONSTELLATIONS
EACH IS MADE OF DUST
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JETS OF GAS AFLAME
SHE STANDS ON THE EDGE OF SPACE
JACK O LANTERNS BURN
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BLUE FEATHERS HIDDEN
HIS FALSE SHADOW, PAINTED SKIN
SHE IS DRAINING DOWN
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TRUTHS SCRATCHED IN THE DIRT
GOLD ICE REINDEER ON THE PORCH
IT'S ALL OVER NOW
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