A poem #2

The shooting star passed by my window last night, Sprinkling stardust on my lashes I don’t know who I am! The architect built me but he might forget to put my particles in symphony Oh, so all my dreams were full of glitches only. Β© Prophyria 🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁

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