The White Birch - Star

You danced to glow
The starlit snow.
Follow the tide
Of the black hole inside.

And I know by heart,
The steepest part
Of the shooting star, is sinking still...
And some say, "We all dance alone".

They dance out of style,
Like teenaging sighs.
And you kiss me like a frog,
And I part like a dog.

And I know by heart,
I found the part
Of the shooting star, is sinking still...
And some say, "We all dance alone".

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