In her time she was a star

 

In her death-throes, the sun silently rages,

Furious at her weakness, bleeding dry:

The havoc of her heart, immaculate.

Fall headlong, lover, for a falling star,

Chase Venus if you must: for Venus ages,

A former debutante who longs to die.

Hold to her longing, though it lies afar,

Perfect, once, and so disconsolate.

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