April 18th, 2022

by Star   Apr 20, 2022


way past
midnight,
in your
dark room
you trace
the paint
cracks
on your
wall with
all your
ten fingers
everyone
call’s it
“the awakening of a demon”
but
you’re
only
playing
the piano
in a
field of
wildflowers
while
sleep
walking.

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