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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