The stars stare back In that deep, Soul-shattering blacknessAnd from the depths of existenceComes a cruel, icy windRaising the hairs On the back of your neckAnd suddenly it feelsLike you’re walking a tightropeOver that endless abyssOn one sad, fraying, thinViolin string.
-Justin Wetch
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