Projection,
The stars aren't honest.
Lies,
On constellations.

Huh?
What are you saying?
"I won't haunt you."
I bet you won't.

Promise you won't.
I promise I won't.
Even if it isn't up to you.
Wait- You?

Who are you?

You don't know,
You haven't met yourself.
Your soul,
Knows me though.

So you lie,
Like these,
Blue tinted stars,
They don't bloom.

Like flower buds,
Stars don't bloom.
Sparks,
And flames.

They burst,
Into smithereens.

And so I'll burst,
Into dust.
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