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Oh, Shooting Star

Oh, shooting star
So surely it is that
Your kind will fade away
Into something that is quite surely

Such beauty lost and eaten alive
In a sense

Oh, how I wish
Shooting stars landed
Within but an arms reach
What indulgence I could give
To make it whole again

But a shooting star
One as lovely as this
Must truly be nurtured
Must truly be nurtured
And I weep At the crime against nature
That is to let the shooting star fade

Chris Kirby
12:19 AM