Seeing stars
Shooting stars
Tear them down
Down and out.
Under the cover
Of weather
Or not if you never
Noticed I was here.
Or maybe it’s all a lie.
Running start
To understand
The way you say
What’s on your mind
Is a beautiful thing.
Take a photograph
Click and you’re
Done with that
Just proves my conclusion
I was right all along
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