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Stars are far less glorious

than we're led to believe.

Catering to an inevitable fate,

being bold enough to presume ours.

Yet we pin after them helplessly,

seeking refuge in abstract believes.

Though perhaps it's hope that we vy for,

a warm sanctuary after ruthless cold.

To be cradled in an embrace,

be it a deciet, it matters less.

We all need something to hold on

Whether it be superficial wishes upon shooting stars,

or answers hidden between petals of rose.

Who are we to judge humans seeking an anchor

when we're all trying to exist -

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