For my arrogance,
He reached for the stars above,
Black skies filling empty hands.
Within this hollow,
Filled with your endless desire,
A pale flower blooms like blood.
I offer my eyes,
Covetous, life-drinking orbs,
Gleaming the shade of lost dreams.
Discarded Recollections 
Nice
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Why thank you. I’m not sure it’s worth anything but a glance, but “Nice” is a kind gesture.
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Black skies filling empty hands…. Just wow✨
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How many ways can I see that my hands hold nothing?
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