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Small Stars are mine tonight

In my small world they fade tonight

Instead of leeking light, it's ink

Dripping, oozing out of puzz filled pocks

Into this small sleepy world tonight

there is no light to guide our way

As we journey over bumps and craters

Diesese corroded wall and dim-like faces

There's nothing to light the candle that burns

To its wick and silent and dark again

I whisper the words, send prayers to the night

Seek the look on some stern faces tonight

Watch as my stone hits the bottum

and my footsteps get lighter

Watch as they fade away and so do I

The qpaque circle of light is torn

Ripped and curdling black blood

Its puss fills rivers, the lakes, the seas

We all consume and as it descends

We start to fall

The ocean is silent, no longer wavering ashore

Its silence reminds me of the dead

It's depth imaginable, its small eyes erratic

I whisper the words that could set it all right

They are packed up tight this very night

Small stars are gone tonight