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Brilliant Little Star on a
Clear-skied night;
Does it always have to be this way?
Everybody thinks it must take a
Fortune to
Give a little everyday and to not pay
Heed to the sun.
I think it is
Just a fact of life. My life.
Key fragments that
Lean in and out of their collective memory.
My memory.
No, but I don’t remember too far back.
Of course, it has become a
Problem. But me alone, on a
Quiet night is
Redemption from all they have taken.
Serenity from the light.
Titillating gossip has always been my
Utopia. You know that.
Very much so, that I must
Wonder; will it start to become
Xanthic? Dreary? Regardless,
Yesterday’s dramas still turn into
Zealousness.
About the Creator
KB
A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!
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