as the stars trickle down from the sky
they take the form of raindrops
every time they splatter down on me
I feel every shattered aspiration
in those little splashes of starbursts
I feel them stab into me demanding to be set free.

crushing a dream
is like ripping the wings from a butterfly
and then asking it why it can not fly.

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