Night..after night..
Large asteroids..
Strike to the heart..
Melting moons..face..
Driving fountains..of red..
Dust..as tears..white..
Now..sheet her bed...
Without sound..
In and out..falling..
As empty space..so..
Moon..can wear..royal..
Pink..and purple robes..
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