lxxvi.
what a tragedy
it must be to
feel the hearts
of everyone;
to be the sky
that absorbs the
crimsons and the
aquas of all minds.
and to be a night
that turns those
shades into stars
of varied shine;
indeed it must be a
tragedy to blind
itself to the dreams
of only its own name.
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