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At night i line up all my dreams,
where it's been a thousand years
since i was a doll
standing on emerald grass
counting the platinum stars.
i spend my silver
in valleys of diamond
but inkless tea
turned my teeth black
and i can't fathom
this sparkling depth
of insane twilight.
if only i can relinquish
the nectars of my mythologies,
like white lilacs
that banish demons
from my moonless mind..
but everafter
doesn't seem possible
when bled by bloods
of blank circumstance;
it's much easier
to stare at the sky,
than live in the rumble
of its thunder.