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castles in the air

If I were imagining another
corner of this street,
a footstep, a voice,
shadows of death;
if I were imagining
stars falling on the ground
in front of me, I'd pick one.
I'd touch you.

20 Apr 08

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Like it. Unusual in a nice way.
 — themolly

stars burn when they are touched.
 — raskolniikov

Thank you both for your kind words.
 — maila

nice, yeah pretty nice. makes me heart a flutter.

 — DeformedLion