We Are...
We are...
space in
between the
stars;
darkness that matters.
The night
sky hugging
the moon;
black
butterflies
dying too soon.
An
onyx dream
bleeding all over
alabaster
nightmares;
obsidian
that slightly
cracks;
the
memories
of scars on
ancestors backs.
Coal
birthing diamonds;
blackboards rebelling
against chalk;
ravens slick and
beguiling;
coolness reminiscent
of A Man Called
Hawk.
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