Burning the midnight oil in something poetic.

As I lay naked
Under the darkened sky.
My melanin skin reflects
The shining stars.
My body reacting to the blue moon
As I sang soft toons.
My mind transports into a distance.
My soul transcends.
Then I hold my breath
To reconnect with death.
Reincarnation was only ideal for this melanin queen.

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