Last updated on 4 août 2023
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Your eyes invented the constellations
The sky fell apart when you closed your eyes, and to this day I am trying to put it back together. The colours are off, and so are the shapes of the clouds. The Sun keeps on melting in a puddle of grey. The Moon is gone. I tried to fix the stars after the sky collapsed… But you know my hands: they are unsteady, unfit for delicate work. So, I try to find beauty in the shards of glass scattered across the floor. Finding beauty in the broken. I can’t. I know your eyes would have find a way to put the pieces back together. Your eyes were brilliant inventors. Now they are closed. Ever since, the sky is bare.
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