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Dead Stars
These frail hands traced
His dim, fading smile,
While my silhouette craved
For his muted sighs.
His stale words trapped
Within the echoes of his thoughts,
Like stars flickering...
His dim, fading smile,
While my silhouette craved
For his muted sighs.
His stale words trapped
Within the echoes of his thoughts,
Like stars flickering...
