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Maime
The hardest
stories come
from empty
homes
finding a
throat forced
into swallowing
black stars
in cesspools
we claim to
be oceans,
hitting bottoms
of empty glasses
as strange places
turn into lullabies
we cannot sing
hoping
black stars
greet you
in collision
to guide
you back
home.
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