This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oglethorpe chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
Where have all the stars gone?
They have retreated to their homes.
They have retreated to a home
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Where they get drunk off
Peach wine and Ginger beer,
A spice to spit in a spiked tang,
A tangle of spirit to dull existence’s pain.
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I watch the stars in my eyes
Smoke smiles from a pipe,
While I find merriment
In the air of night.
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I walk forward furtherÂ
Into the arms of my temptation,
But I do not touch,Â
Much to my heart’s protestation.