The stars twinkled overhead..
And the world slowly started easing up around..
A little known touch became a little more familiar..
The sounds and smells alike..
The lack of need to trust...
The lack of need to tag..
The freedom and yet the bondage..
The fear eased its grip a little more last night..
No guard to lower..
And yet layers to peel..
In a slow steady rhythm..
Time rushes past without a glimpse or a glance..
Held together with an undefinable strand bearing time's everlasting turmoil..
Underneath the stars.. The world eased its grip a little more..
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