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Starlight Ever After
Wild rattlesnakes wrestle with their shakes.
Slithering through the decay,
of a rusted red Chevrolet.
Roaches top the food chain.
Gargantuan size and strength
with razor fangs.
Everything turned prey.
You told me you want to die
in another time and place.
When and where the starlight
still shined through space.
Friday 6th October 2023 7:14 pm
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