Stars
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Sometimes as I lie awake
I think of the stars.
Beautiful, shining,
Perfect.
Make a wish,
Dream, love,
Gaze.
They are always there.
Even with the sun.
Though they won't shine.
Instead, they come at night.
Secretly and gone in the morning.
Unnoticed.
Sometimes as I lie awake,
I think of how we are stars.
Only showing the real us,
To the darkness of the
Midnight hour.
