You said, you said:
"Stars would fall, from the sky."
But I'm not counting them in my yard.

Oh! Still inside,
still counting fingers in pockets
with these loose threads.

Oh! Still inside,
still busy being alive with three loose ends.

Over your head,
over your eyes.


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