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wish on me MAG
i am alone
on an old, wooden dock
with ice-crystal
stars
below me
(twinkling in an abysmal sea)
i lie with my cheek pressed
to the very
edge,
arms folded pleasantly
(waiting)
and close my eyes,
but stay
facing whatever lies beyond
this fragile bed
(hoping)
to roll off and
fall
into a dream
where i’ll join my
sisters
(in their heavenly dance)
i am a solitary
beacon,
a glowing figure up here
among onyx
skies
(ripe and ready)
this white nightgown
makes my pale skin even more
ghostlike,
it’s as though
(i’m already one of them)
and the freckles
dusting my nose
betray the nebulas
writhing inside
me
(imploding)
so when these ancient
lullabies
finally call my name,
do not mourn
as i fall off
this dock
(a shooting star)
because i’ll be walking
amongst angels,
and like a prayer you may
wish on me
(and i will answer.)
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