The Favourite Star

Dreamt someone waited for me outside

Thought I felt arms around me; soon banished

Woke up, reminded of a noisy alarm,

A reminder of how there´s only cold outside

No hope, no one actually waits for long

Again alone, pondered upon a forgotten street

beyond stars, reminders of someone else

Moments like those, there´s only crying left

It´s a necessity to forget and be loved

In time, one forgets even his favorite star

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Piece: The Bride Stripped Bare By Her Bachelors, Even- By: Marcel Duchamp

Yet, the scar remains. 

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