Page 103 - North Star Magazine 2022
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dust
hold me close in this moment, and the next.
until the stars themselves burn out.
until our skin
becomes blanketed with dust.
hold me
until the universe recoils and everything is undone and only you and i remain.
until the earth ceases its journey around the sun
and the seas silence their roaring.
until we return
to what now settles on us.
dust.
-Hannah Kailburn
