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i weep for the stars
they pour out rivers from their light
to overflow our hearts and
make us feel something
they break apart their very shells
and bleed a brilliant gold
bathing the night in their luminescence
tearing apart their very core
to make a ripple in the darkness
but no one cares for the stars

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