letters to pluto

hearts of monochrome

all lined in a tome

stamps staring as you

open the envelope

letters of chromaticicity

plucked from stars

and they spin and spiral

like skin with scars

colliding, our eloquence

in myriad nonsense

the girl with hopes to say

on inky parchment

you are a pluto in a solar

system of dreams

never one to be noticed

but no one forgets

your place in the sky, it seems.

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