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An Untitled poem about emotion

I woke up ignorant
ruined,perfected.
The moon still hung low
the stars beginning to fade
into the canvas of the sky.

Mellow midnight
full of ghosts.
Creak across my soul.
To stroke the bone.
The murmuring rises and falls.

Like a black ocean
unravelled to its core.
Empty words on waves.
Travelling in empty space.