i still think of my star,
sleeping up on high,
while the amazing sounds of orgy
are ringing in my ears.
i want to know if
she ever shines for me,
even if just for a moment
from time to time.
and i know there is no end
in sight, but that is only by
design. i will wait for you
but you will never come.
she is the styrofoam cup tangled
up in the seaweed, piling
up on the beach. and the flies
persist throughout the day.
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