I am made up of constellations

Burning brightly with the star dust

That composes my soul.

Lit with the gleaming

Of internal conflagrations

Radiating magic.

Each piece of me ,

A galaxy

Imbued with fire.

Burning alive;

The most glorious suicide.


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