Jaws ajar, like collecting falling stars.
And they’re always falling.
Someone else’s dream
diminishing on my tongue.
Everything’s been said.
My eyes are more than mirrors
this time, one time.
Reflections, recklessly stitching
assumed seams projecting
their own means.
Still the words aren’t right.
But I’ve already said them all.
Whose disengaged lips
sanctioned my star to fall?
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