As the day turns to night,
the eyes reaching for the star,
staring,
blinking,
losing,
and even wondering,
How the shining stars,
remain untouched,
is it because it's far from the core,
or actually old with form
i wonder,
If the tears stop,
will never be able to fall.
then I couldn't see the shine of eyes.
couldn't be like the stars
sparkleshine
everytime;
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