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Where the stars come from

Starring holes into the ceiling,
trying my hardest not
to burry myself in self-pity
(since I've heard it does nothing but break you)
I dig deep into the treasure chest of things,
tattooed onto my brain,
which have somehow managed to slip down
into my heart.
One of them always catches my eye and
gives me the strength to smile, the strength
to lift up every hurtful
particle of thought that lay upon me,
turning them to a whirlwind of grey
super ceding the power of gravity,
they float above the sky
and brighten the blackness at night.

21 Oct 06

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Nice imagery and powerfully written.
I love it.
 — Porcelain_Lo

Thanks for the comment Porcelain_Lo!
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