We all are dead stars,
in this universe of shining suns,
hunting for fireflies,
to gift us their light and
make us feel home
with our dark.

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The night is awake,
with the muted lights
of dead stars.

I am awake,
with the loud whispers
of a fractured past.

Maybe we share
the same demons,
but in different forms.

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Gazing
at dead stars
shining in the sky,

I
realised

death is not
mournful
after
all.

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Dead stars occupy each entity,
Radiating high energy waves.
Souls need to be uncovered,
Making way easier through caves.

Let the dead stars collapse among them,
Giving rise to a black hole.
Star dust will make everything magical,
Never letting your dreams to fall.

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The mundane brush
of a still, dark night
devours my life,
like a desolate landscape
under a overwhelming
blanket of dead stars,
who have forgotten
how to twinkle.

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Why do we admire the sky
so much?
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Maybe we are dead stars
looking for our home.

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Being in the dark, Under the night sky
Looking at the stars, that shine bright,
And are probably dead, but are so far away, we couldn't witness their demise.

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After vanishing of feelings about her, little were still there,
just like the lights coming from the dead stars.

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