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  • Writer: Yaira Ebanks
    Yaira Ebanks
  • Feb 18, 2025
  • 1 min read

Must you launch rocket ships

reroute constellations- spell his name?

Must you dig through earth’s depths 

iron-nickel alloy- brand his frame?


Must you craft a new language

morse it- code only he understands? 

Must you tear out your heart

erase former loves- fade at his command?


foolish enthusiast-

he scarcely cares where you stand.

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