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How insignificant i feel.
When i look up to the stars
Now hiden in grey smudges of ink.
Again i feel the paper flat against my hand
As it forms a rough ball
The size of my heart
Torn and tattered.
No more stars,
To guide my ship at night.
We used to dance along the walls,
Our shadows, flickering with the dying light.
Now we lay silent,burning our feet, on the words never spoken.
To catch that star that split down that night,
And cradle heaven between my palms.
In eden we will see
No more tears to blur my sight.
These words will never reach
This letter will never be sent.