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You wrapped me up in stars.
When I wanted to slip into the dark.
To dissolve into an abyss.
You smack me with diamonds.
Making sure they cut and imbed.
A constant constellation to light my path.
You pour gold into my veins.
When I wish to drift away.
And teether me to this material realm.
Showing my what beauty I surround.

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13/01/2023 by Mark Ryan Categories: beauty, diamonds, relationshipTags: abyss, beauty, black, diamonds, drift, gold, govern, poem, Poetry, sacred, saved, stars 8 Comments