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Stardust heart

Time is at a standstill for these past few days
where the night encapsulates our bodies and the trees shush out our voices.
But that is all we ask for
A moment of fortressed respite from the world
From us..

As the loam pads our naked hearts
By strange hands I don't know from where they're coming
Yours fritts and mine's iron made
Coz you can only be what you are

You've had the heart of a star 
But light never had hit it before
It rather went through the ripples and folds of your brain
The best designer of ambushes I have ever seen

"I'm just so confused", you whisper again 
for tear-stained emphasis
Should I mention again
That feelings are now real
But no longer a reality
"confused" is when you're screaming something
that your mind does not yet understand



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