To catch a falling star
Or to sit in swing
And watch it fall,
Piece by piece.
I ran across the sky
It feels so small
And I don't know why.
I could burn my fingers
Hearses and Flowers,I hear
I try not to think
But I can't escape
Flourishing sadness
Astute passion
Piece by piece
My world is full
Of Emptiness.
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