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I am indebted to the stars.

Luxury of the working class.

The Lord’s handout to the poor dreamers.

Me, destitute lover, of the moon and her dancers.

Staring blindly above with devotion, in awe of the vaults of Heaven.

The Romeo to Juliet’s balcony, my neck has bent backwards, drinking in deeply the white light of heaven's milk.