Poetry: Pinpricks

Stars are
pinpricks of heat and light
that burn.
We are
desperate moths blind and lost,
abandoned,
Clear nights
call to us, beckon us with a
whisper,
we can’t resist it
the desperate pull.
Stars are
pinpricks of heat and light
that burn,
until we are
turned away.
Abandoned.

r.l.w

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