that no longer live
(or perhaps, never lived at all)
like
the majestic ocean
and the most beautiful planets
and the unborn
and
the roses
and
this place of
a trillion different things
and
everything
in between
the light they love
has stopped so suddenly
that they pretend to see them
even i'm at fault
the truth is not
of my words
the truth is not
of my voice
the truth?
indeed:
the stars
don't exist
i killed them out
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