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We are not stars, which fall down for brining to life someone dead dreams. I’ve remembered that one day I’d made a wish, when seventy seven stars came off… But why… Why have they given us only despair? Your wish… my wish… They are never to come true… May be Sky King finds no sense in this point, or thinks that it’s the best way for me and you? I have no idea what this old man is really up to… But reality is that the sky has crumbled on the tired earth, and blood, streaming all around my hands, isn’t washed off. No matter what we do, no matter what we want, cause we’re not stars, my lovely lifeless celestial.
© Copyright: Айя Шу Киви, 2016
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