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Stars
Like shards of
glass
Glitter on the
Black canvas of open sky
The midnight
sun
Beats down upon
This lonely heart
Moonlight
Dances on
the floor
Of this empty room
And I pretend
That it's silver
fire
Waltzing on my skin
Setting me ablaze
I burn alone.