I surround myself with stars that dazzle,
Beacons of light, beautiful but fragile,
They are composed of glitter and fire,
Vicinity correlating to attention required.
I am but a fragment of them, a mummery,
My light is softer, almost melancholy,
But don’t confuse humility for weakness,
I am not always speechless.
In fact, I have a request of you, a plea,
To be no longer associated with him I flee,
Rather, with him who is drawn to me, the ocean,
I don’t need to earn his devotion.
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