And when you can see those thousand stars
Striving for stature, you smile at their destines.
I look often at those red pisces
Running hastily for a passive corner in the jar;
Smothering their beauty and squelching the rebels inside;
I look often.
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I Could not love them
For she never loved me and
Now when i look at nothing,
I stare at the empty place and
Cry for the same destiny.
