star

you know what my stars do... —
when I sleep, they gaze at me;

too distracted, they always forget 
I can see 'em watching my dreams;

they even gave me a name, —
for them, I am their supergirl…

I think they consider me their star…

perhaps as them, phosphorescent,
I'm mirroring in their dreams

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