Our Lucky Stars
Should I share the sky
as a guest of night?
Or should I lie,
and rely on sight?
Should I linger here,
As a friend?
Or just lay here,
and pretend?
All our stars,
Are they Real?
Or may they just be
a target for what we feel?
Our words are arrows.
Our words Are Our Arrows.
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