Mastodawn

All The Trimmings

All the trimmings spread
over walls, and windows
I'm coming up for air

Apart we languish
though they glow
like fragments of nebulae
for me to find them.

Untold stories press
against my bruised heart
attempting
one more time
to break it
open

When my love blooms
all the tiny sparks
rejoin to one nova
...

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