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She was a star child, she held the universe in her eyes.
She had ice water in her veins and an uncontrollable fire in her soul. Made of star dust and lemon dew, she was everything and more.
I wish someone had told me she was dying inside. The universe was collapsing 'help me' the stars would cry.
There where rips in space and time, causing scars across her skin. Wrapped in bandages from head to toe, from all her dreadful sin.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
