Without Nightlight Searching

Lessons under shifting sand in a very dark dark

Searching for pieces, I’m never whole, reactions rusted, skin stripping cold

Bottom floor but never the basement, in curses lurking, more excuses

Heavy eyes promote tragedy after waking with regret cuddling

In forsaken places pondering placement particularly planetary arrangements darker than our moon’s death.

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