it's a saturday afternoon
crawl down memory lane
of when stars decide to shine just
a little bit brighter, to
smother exhaustion
and burn every last bit of
quarter til midnight happiness
left, but
the stars don't always remember
and sometimes overcast
dampens the cosmos
and then i'm left on my own
singing in the hallways
belting out those
quarter past one ballads
hoping that the overcast won't
cover up everything else
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