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Star Whale

Years later, my tears taste bitter. I am saying; “I wish that night was all you meant to me.” Soaking my memory of you with regret. I remember the halo of twinkling fairy lights about your head In the dim of the evening Glow red hot, as a demon.

Golden alcohol for golden hours, Holding all of the stories, Haunting the purity of sweet possibility.

You spoke sweet nothings of sweet loving, Laced heav