Stuck. Pluck. 

Left me.
For it is not me.
Shivers,
For I lack warmth. 

Stuck. Pluck.

Understandble but not acceptable.
Forgivable but not forgettable..
Alive yet dying.
Smile for I am crying.

Stop. Up. 

I glanced above.
See the stars.
Slowly dying.
As it leaves a light.

Hello. Goodbye.


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