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Falling Stars
This room is silent,
Like the first night
Away from an ex,
Sprawled across a bed,
Enjoying the space
But missing the light snoring.
The sidewalk lives
On drunken howls
As people search for people
To hold on to,
And I lie here,
Thinking, maybe
We are all emblazoned
And crashing into one another
Like falling stars.
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