Fairy Dust

Fairy dust on sullied cheeks,
Dimes in wells of missing dreams,
A thousand stars busy a wishful mind

But dimes will rot and turn to dust,
wells then dry and crack with rust,
And stars have little time to share their light.

Such hopes will turn to apathy,
The lonely souls will atrophy,
those emptied of their faith are never kind.

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