Cups of jupiter tea... swirls of colour in the bottom of my cup..
Burning lips... A constellation in my hands..
Sinking battles, ships at sea. Woman by the windows... waiting. waiting.
We carry what we need, and lose the rest... along with our minds.. and our dress.
Sense and ability to leave.. now it's gone.
And we walk on.
But never forget, the scars on our arms, our hearts... the dark hooded cloaks that we will forever have covering our faces, so as not to look into the eyes of the ones who used the knife...and severed us apart.
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"cups of jupiter" brought my attention to the gravitational orbit of Mars. particularly how in august it is going to appear alot larger and brighter during august (I've never liked August for someones name...). The state of Illinois have taken a stand recently, opposing a decision made by...well the rest of the United States I guess, and still legally maintain that Pluto is a planet and meets the requirements required...whoever set that in place. Pluto, out there on the fence-line of the next solar system over and we still want to deride him...
...Illinois though, they back the under dog. As the under dogs require.
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