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vampiredust
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We Were Children Once
The dead constellations
we buried in the backyard
under the view of the full
moon opened up like silver
flowers with a downpour.
They once outshone stars
more recognisable to the
eye. But their light boiled
too quickly and they fell
like noiseless meteorites
on our lawn. We let them
settle, releasing deposits
of steam. Astronauts
emerged from their husks,
faces obscured in darkness.
We were them once, I think.
The dead constellations
we buried in the backyard
under the view of the full
moon opened up like silver
flowers with a downpour.
They once outshone stars
more recognisable to the
eye. But their light boiled
too quickly and they fell
like noiseless meteorites
on our lawn. We let them
settle, releasing deposits
of steam. Astronauts
emerged from their husks,
faces obscured in darkness.
We were them once, I think.