The Lark
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The Lark

Eclipse

Poetry

It’s a cosmic hookup, a flirt with
what the apocalypse could resemble
since it’s the reverse of what we know
does that mean I can wish on it like the
first twinkling star at night?
Those stars have never lived up to expectations,
but maybe that black hole in the middle of
the brightest star, maybe that’s where it’ll happen
we can throw all of our failures and fears inside of it
it can swallow them whole if we’re quick enough
if we stop…

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