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2004-07-19 - 9:51 a.m.
Take down the stars.
So they sit phosphorescent in your palm.
So the rickety step-stool squeaks and throws you off balance.
So ten years of glowing goes right into the trash.
So the plaster walls you will never see again hold no trace of your history.
Look one more time at the city lights, shut the car door, and don't go home again.