How is She Now?

Sing, like a prayer. Cast upon empty sky. Past what starlit atmosphere would hold. Into darkness. Silent, breathless. Appear upon Martian dawn. Sun, cold, barren rock. Carried upon phantom wind and memory. Floats then ascends. Disappears back into desolate realms. That every dream, upon every night, but a tear. Salt heals never a wound, grows it sad. From what is held deep in this silence until I do sing once more.

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