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Why is it that the stars, can glow nightly?

But I easily burn out, exhausted, unsightly

My body dares me, to move about, quickly

Until the nerves become angered and prickly

Deciding I should, at last, just park it

Before something else, happens to spark it

Into a raging inferno, of liquid molten rock

When I look in the mirror, I see total shock

On a face I don’t recognize, how could it be

That the face in the mirror, used to be me


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