constellations splattered across your freckled cheeks;
why go stargazing when i could look at you?
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crimson
Poetry'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
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constellations splattered across your freckled cheeks;
why go stargazing when i could look at you?
