Stardusts

The night is polite

absolutely rigid and stubborn

I rejoice in the festival of mourns

smokes, sighs and ice cubes

bewildered reality

halt to console my dependency

Stardusts..Stardusts..

I am stardusts

life tricked me, shaped me 

I trip between fantasy and melancholy.

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