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I don't see stars anymore

Dry eyes and firm, I enter the dark

And I'm feeling, tripping, breathing

For something that sparks a chain

Reacting to it all, I spread

This and that and hopes on sheets

So strong yet hurt, she wanted better

Flashing back to a dark time, double streaks

Bled red she jumped to life and breathed

I see them now –

So many stars she wanted to see

And she could dream under the real

Thing as she wondered who to be

Or fly towards the dark and just be


May 10, 2024 | 21.05

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