Dear Saturn Poem by Galaralia Feo

Dear Saturn



You were my father,
and my lover.
You were younger,
then you looked.

I enjoyed that inversion of yours,
you despised the reality of mine.

You keep seducing a corpse.
Too dark for the night,
too dead to die,
too empty to bleed.

I'm not a murderer,
my Sun is in Scorpio.

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