Wednesday, February 5, 2025

The Fractured Birth Of That Which Skies Cannot Hold Comments

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It cracks, it rips, and I—no, not I, something else—
tears through the breath of it, like the stars,
or what was meant to be stars, but they're, not,
they're stretching, filling the gaps with nothing I can name,
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Avery Koplin
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