Twiddles

Youths chasing starlight dusts,

echoes of eternity;

Across the universe and

Andromeda

7 million light years away.

He sees hope in the middle,

of a swirling black hole.

She sees only the depths,

of his stone cold heart.

Freezing;

Like dry ice tumbling.

In and over the top,

of my head.

Dreams falling from the sky;

and onto laps

like warm bread,

ready for a spread of butter.

Twiddling thumbs..

and shaking heads.

Ready for everything,

and nothing at all.

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