Posted by hiddenhurt on November 24, 2016, at 16:20:28
Tonight the stars shine in reverse,
Dark bespeckles white.
The lightless flames of soundless names
Bring distant pains to light.The doctors do not like my homemade,
Self-cut constellations.
But what are one man's joys, are often
Another's consternations.I like them, but I don't know why.
Do not tell my children!
Pain is pain, and death is death.
But children--they are children.
poster:hiddenhurt
thread:1093243
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