Never mind, she said,
Let it go.
I'm bleeding from my throat,
But I'm afraid no more.
I have heard too many
'Bye's in this life,
And fewer 'Hello's.
I'm a little mad,
About you
But I'm afraid no more
Of stoic rejections,
For a wait of a lifetime
I'll be there for you,
Sings Rembrandts
The voices comes from my head
And I stretch my arms to hold you
Through the screen
All I get is
A handful of stardust.
And a mouthful of dreams.
Everything is made up of stardust, you know !
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