STAR
The stars started failing me.
Even their light would eventually burn out.
I am seeking warmth.
But they are colder than the feeling of doubt.
Just gems in the sky we’ll never wear.
Without a soul, it cannot see within.
Where does the warmth that I seek come from?
I want to hear music on the streets,
for the shouting and laughter never to end.
✾themeekarestillhere✾
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