There
is nothing in the sky tonight
no
omens. No clues. No scattered light
to
give the game away. No signs of you
in
the faintest satellite. No special comet
spelling
out our names. No distant airplane
beacons
blinking blue and ultraviolet
bursts
into flames. No inert gas ignites
in
space. No backlit clouds of burning neon
framing
the likeness of your face. No morning
glow
of argon. Literally nothing in the sky
looks
like a valentine. This must mean something
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