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