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underneath my skin

is an explosion

of cosmic colours,

meanwhile a black hole

resides in my heart;

you pulled out the sun

right from underneath;

what once was a star,

a constellation,

dancing and twirling,

blanketing the sky;

has now become a

nebulous outline

hidden from the light;

all because of your

transient visits,

half-hearted goodbyes,

and big bang sized lies.

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