Careless Stars

Looking up at careless stars

Silky black stuff holding Mars

Hands just touching

Four eyes reaching

Empty pit of tar

 

Glancing over at your face

So entranced by heaven’s grace

We’ve got time to kill

And a will

To lose ourselves in space

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