Vanish into the unknown.
Become the unwanted.
For we are shadows fading In and out of existence.
We expect the unexpected.
For expectation is a river that flows, ebbing, pulsing, but never stopping.
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• lost stars
PoetryWe are stars. Every one of us. A fire burns inside us, so strong that it in the end it will destroy us. We are stars that have lost their twinkle, their light. We are stars that need to be rekindled, relighted. We are stars and we have lost our ligh...
