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i'll swallow the blue
from your early morning sunrise
take it to the bones,
that silent, empty street
sustains me
coats my innards in sky
turns breath to clouds.

the warmth
of a gently passing night
courses through the black river
of moon on opened veins
collect dying stars
shove them in our pockets

heavy wine,
settling an empty stomach.

(the poem was great by the way, magnificent! I applaud you.)