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My favorite superstition: what if you miss out wishing on a falling star? |
| A hail of sparks
burning across the glittering sky falling, falling into the depths of night to be swallowed whole. A streaking, sunblazed comet running from interstellar immigration, glistening like a wet slug shot out of a cannon, mummified in a jubilee of diamonds and lit up for the whole world to see! Starlight, star bright, swirling in the oil pan of time I give you my dreams to take with you, packing my wishes in match luggage booking passage on your ride through the vanilla abstract of christmas lights before you wink out of time. *************************** This piece was made for "Invalid Item" If you haven't checked it out yet you're missing some other really great pieces by our resident authors! *************************** |