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brighter days in waning brilliance
it's story told he slips back over the edge
giving way to the centre stage
famous nights and brightest lights
the star is here and we all clear the way
nocturnal incisions revelating
the cosmos bleeds uncauterized
a galaxy slipping through wandering fingers
silver bands to signify the collision
universal implosion reverses all those wrongs
the committed lament in squalid little voices
hunger burns the tongue of those willing to confess
silver bands bind the guilty to the insane
poem by Sebastien St. Fellmore
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