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Tonight the black stars
dance in their ritual
all gazing down on us
wondering how we live

They leave then come back
make us look for light
as they hide behind the moon
waiting to be found

White stars gaze at the floor
death gleams in their eyes
life only when they see
that we no longer blink

Ghost sprits fly over our beds
wondering what is feels to touch
laying down beside
us thinking its our angel

Security among yourself
does not longer exist
you can't trust yourself
you can't trust anybody

By Karen Sanchez
Published: 10/6/2007
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