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Shooting stars burn out in small winds,

crackling and popping as the shards leave their spirits in disarray.

One star hops over another, overshadowing its dim light that wishes to shine.

Long nights lead to shallow days, the sun never rising quite as high.

That burning light guiding the others yet never looking behind.

Bitter swallowing in fallen tears,

trouble in lying eyes,

Gamble one’s life away.