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The Fallen Stars

February 21, 2022
By Anonymous

Cold tendrils against my cheek, 
At least I can feel something 
Warmth brushing my shins, 
A feast of kings spread across the sky. 
Sprinkles of starlight come to join us,   
They flicker as they flit like fireflies, 
In between my brethren. 
The spirits from the days before arrive, 
Forgetting about their horrors,  
If only for a moment. 
And far, far below, lie the fallen stars 
Twinkling like they’ll never go out. 



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