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Sep 2014
Shooting stars are for wishes,
So are wells.
A promise whispered,
But why trust it? It fell.

"Everything that falls, breaks,"
Or so some people say.
But stars don't fall, they shoot.
They make their trails from
where they stood.

And with the star's trail,
shall be your wish.
Waiting to be delivered,
waiting to be fulfilled.
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