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The Staircases of Venus

Updated: Aug 3

There’s a hurricane between me 

And the staircases of Venus. 

But unearthed by magic-spells, 

The big, bad ghosts are forsaken. 

 

But not as forsaken as us, 

When we fall in the moon-closet, 

Unwound under the lucky bridge. 

They spat their guts, ours. 

 

Good-bye doomed constellations, 

From Earth it looks high and bright. 

We are shining like a new penny, 

Waiting in a handful of dirt. 

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