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every morning
the sun drags itself,
stabbed and melting black and gold,
into the stillness of a pale sky.

every morning
you check your mirror,
ribs broken under the mattress,
eyes following whatever's above the clouds.

every night
they scramble out from under rocks and leaves,
teeth bared,
eyes glowing,
to fight.

your reflection glows deep within the surface of the moon;
this i know

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