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A moth’s wings
under a violet sea
lit by a giant milky white marble


You have poked pinholes
in my endless ceiling

I can see the light
coming through from the other side
and it gives me hope

I carry the moth’s wings on my shoulders

your eyes
are the golden light
I constantly fly to

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