Mars is above us, the
moon is gone,
red eye in the ceiling
of black black blankets and
fuck me, it's beautiful
Times like these, elegance gives
way to truth unbound,
fingers give way to tongues and
sound and I give
to gravity of moon gone
Mars
Red eye in the ceiling
Red eye in the night
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