from my door. I look up
at the vastness of skies.
Inconsequential, I letup.
In the shadow of my eyes,
swirled in perpetual grief,
the twinkling stars don't
provide an inkling of relief.
gazing at stars, gushed at
romanticized in emotions
When the heart is in despair
hardly a healing potion.
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