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Death by Black Hole
Tootsie on my event horizon,
Let the keening wail of stellar wind
fill your sail, be your one liaison
with all realms I upend
So quiet, heart, your frenzied flutter
Come leeward, to fizzle out of this world
No friend, no love, not the flimsiest succor
Shall have to answer or suffer you no more
Buy me a coffee to help me keep writing!