Vulpecula
Humbled by pin drops
Of dust
And of fire
Burning the darkness and filling the nothing
Surrounding her,
She closed her eyes and wished herself
To a night where they couldn’t see her,
Where the skies did not outshine her,
Where their wonder was not a threat
And yet
She craved to be among them,
She craved to be a star.
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