celestial bodies move,
the sun opens and the eyes drink
in the day. stars align above
and the world keeps on
spinning. it’s not the same.
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She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees