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The empires we built
With hand, heart and lips

And the one room we couldn’t fill
With the confluence of my little passengers
To your little planets

And in our twilight we will look back
Fondly at our crumbling exteriors
And wonder why
A little tumbling ball of cells
Was beyond any sky or ocean

And I will look at you with shame
Knowing I lighted all your rooms with little bulbs
And still see my ashes

Knowing I couldn’t hang
A string of fairy lights in your heart
Nor drown the moon in your uterus

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