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A girl across the room hangs

   earrings shaped like

   stars on both sides of her face.



I myself hang the real

   things from my fingertips

   burning balls of gas that

   cause my skin to blister

     but in the painful sensation of it all

        I am reminded that

     stars are no longer alive

   and upon this realization

   my fingertips return to normal



      and I reach down into

      the depths of my pocket

    

      for a few piano keys



      to play a humble melody

      as I walk.