overnight, it never is,
but it feels
that way,
as if this party
will never end,
this current life,
of love
and fun,
dancing the night
away.
making wishes
on stars,
throwing coins
down
wells, into fountains.
the frivolity
comes
to a halt,
and you wake up one morning,
suddenly old,
missing so many
friends.
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