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Trapped in space

Father
drank the night sky,  
sketched stars on my skin,  
as bright as burning cigarettes.  
Black holes  
gave me Orion's belt and the  
traces left by comets,  
his atmosphere,  
lifeless.
Written by Razzerleaf
Published | Edited 24th May 2022
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