Twinkle Twinkle Little Star by Terrence Sykes

pitch black trailer court
knocked off my last cold-on
rubbing my arm – where he grabbed me

Onyx sky laden with brilliant diamonds

i once had dreams – didn’t i
lost them somewhere – somehow
CLANK – perhaps in the recycle bin

Supernovas allow no light to escape

when one door closes another never opens
what the hell makes you so damned
worthy of being wished upon ?

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