Poetry challenge from SL: Running out of dish soap

When the burning stops in all those stars

When all of time is not enough

Nobody’s there for the small freeze

When all the eons pass

and everything shrinks

to final

cold

I will still have plenty of dish soap

I will still be Robbie Knievel

My Dawn shall remain

 

 

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