There were dark marks under her eyes
From where we got lost in the meadow
She scooped up the shadows under the birches
And left a blood stain
There was a deep bruise on the moon
So ripe the stars licked their lips
And fell down upon her
She walks sometimes on cold nights
And hopes just to freeze
There were lions waiting on the edge
Of black rivers where we used to swim
She threw back her head in a crackle of laughter
And let the blade fall
There was a question hanging on Pluto
So blue blooded the others fled
And shivered in the darkness
She sings sometimes to herself
And chokes on the notes
There were shepards hovering at her side
From when she fell down out of the sky
She screamed for the clouds to take her back
And regrow the dead feathers
There was a wide gash on Jupiter
So red the sun looked away
And hid behind a blackhole
She sleeps sometimes in the morning
And never wakes up
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