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by Poet on the Piano Mar 24, 2016
You said I'm like an exploding star,
with just a few too many self-destructive
tendencies in this galaxy.
That I see in black and white, always
extreme when at last I shine.
You said I fall like dying angels.
I love like Halley's comet, only
visible every seventy-five years.
I'm reborn with a new taste of
a hunger for a fading existence.-