22.2.11

Her secrets.

Count her hopes and dreams reflected in those midnight eyes,
fragments of mistakes and past tenses whispered from the depths
look for the world and starry skies reflected in the abyss,
then look down to see her shattered heart glass pieces,

abandoned where her star crash-landed.

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