Every red star will blush. With that red flag high, it will mute my cool horizon.
It will breach everywhere—even the canals—
and finally drift to heaven
but it will not be dead.
M. N.

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Every red star will blush. With that red flag high, it will mute my cool horizon.
It will breach everywhere—even the canals—
and finally drift to heaven
but it will not be dead.

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