I ran on a ratchet,
vacant road for
miles, miles, miles.
The moon stalked
me with her impeccable
luminous radiance. The
stars had risen
with pride, speckles of
blues, violets and
reds I envy the sky,
running profusely on
my decaying, feeble
feet. I mourned,
“It’s so beautiful
up there and so
ugly down here!
It’s just not fair!”
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