WE ARE MADE FROM THE SAME STUFF THAT STARS ARE MADE OF.
WE ARE MADE OF BEAUTY AND BEGINNINGS AND ENDINGS SO PRAY TELL ME WHY WE VIEW OURSELVES AS LIVING FLAWS BUT DARE CALL THE DOTS BURNING IN THE NIGHT SKY BEAUTIFUL
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FLAWED MOTION (a writing collection)
Poetry"i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist." © xelena clarisse, 2015 highest: #104 in poetry
