could you know something this
obscure and ruthlessly empty,
each tumultuous turn of happiness? sunlight through
the window moves from the top of my bed
to the foot of my bed, so go my afternoons.
i surrender nothing,
don’t bother to prod,
this heart is slowly drowning in a pool of stars.

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