DAY 63

63.

Scribbled constellations,
glittery with secrets, 

spin into tomorrow, 

write the future.

Bruised shadows 

stretch to the edges 

of the world,

where echoes go 

to die.

Scribbled constellations,
glittery with secrets, spinning into 

tomorrow, writing the future.

Bruised shadows stretch
to the edges of the world,

where echoes compose the ending.

Glittery secrets spin 

into tomorrow, while

bruised shadows stretch 

to the edges of the world

and scribbled constellations

write the future.

Scribbled constellations
write the future, 

glittery secrets spin.
Bruised shadows stretch
to the edges of the world,
as grief composes the ending.


Scribbled constellations,
glittery secrets spinning

into tomorrow, write the future.

Bruised shadows stretch
to the edges of the world,

echoes compose the ending.

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