Love dust

The sun was a liquor bottle
Broken after liquor went on
Tragedy ,an after-fact shard
Gleaming a town and a blue
With the black label a shard.

The sun broke many a light
In a room ‘s skylight shards
So diagonally that it ground
Love into its fine flying dust
As if it was a nice protozoa.

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