sleepwalk angel dance
etched sorrow deeper than the crescent moon
the inky darkness of the nightsky stains your heart
stroll the streets, burning streetlamps you see
eat the dust, swirling stomach you feel
catch the stars and string them into your
necklace, only to realise that
they are not sparkly yellow but
colourless.
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