Lost Stars MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Underneath

charcoal clouds,

the world is dirty.



Underneath clouds

that churn like

a black foggy nightmare,

underneath clouds crying filthy tears

that poison,

clouds suffocating as

a claustrophobic hallway,

with its doors locked,

the damp,

moss-covered trees

are crumbling to decay.



Above:

silver glitter stars

dance, luminous

in the vast abyss



until the clouds

smother them.





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