Black Hole Love
It's a furnace of coal.
A dark night of my soul!
It's a bottomless well.
It's as unsafe as hell.
It's power in fullness.
It's death in absurdness.
I can't, from it, return.
I'd eternally burn.
Days, in it, look like nights.
Grief, in it, like snakes, bites.
It's a whirlpooling sea.
It's boundless void in me.
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