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falling (like the stars)

i miss you, i said

calling out into the empty space

c’est trop tard———

It’s too late

she whispers into my ear

gold dusted eyes

smiling sadly

before kissing my eyelids

lips trailing stars on my lashes

before disappearing into the darkness.

That night

i dream of falling.

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