in.

Screaming out in all the lines of nature.

Each note scribbled in the margins.

Wanting to be seen.
The smoldering sky waiting for the sun's kiss.

The ghost of the shadow Venus casts when there are none to compete.

The razor-sharp silhouettes cutting the horizon.

The shade of blue to which the name midnight does not do justice.
Beauty that shatters the heart and burns veins with its shards.
To prove there is more than chance.
Something that comes from Someone.

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