a different sun sun shines since you’ve gone cooler, more remote, no longer reassuring in your absence, shooting stars defervesce san lorenzo in august, gemini in december meaningless, joyless, tiresome, so boring seasons all pass without warning or notice our sun has fatally burned from the heavens castigating skies sentence me to remember
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