jar of heartsStars falling on my hands. Stars hanging from my hair. The sky is falling so fast. I look around and stardust scattered is all I see. The fairy wings collect the dust, they flutter and move around. They dance and glide smoothly by. The fairies dance around. The hands touch, the eyes see, the lips will never part. Not to a smile, nor to utter the words. Words unspoken for as long as I can recall. The jar of hearts is always there. Left untouched and intact. I dare not to touch, I dare not to open the lid. The jar stays behind, in a shelf of scattered lives.
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