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The Fall of a Star

When stars fall, no one can lift them up

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They were tracking that faded star

The man with a Rolls-Royce car

A pioneer of the Lost Property bar.

They found him

Not treading on that silky red carpet

But strolling around this city market.

Ignorant of men,

The steps were firm

He took on that ageless look

With a penchant for self-pity.

To Musso and Frank, he headed

And perched on a chair

Sipping the glasses of his fall

Neglecting the men he’d never call

Muzzle flashes were disturbing his quietness

Like the leaning wall

He felt the need to quit…

By Anissa Sboui

From: Tunisia