Diamonds

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Calligram taken apart. The shape in my notebook is a diamond.




Diamonds are like blurred out stars,

Always waiting to shine through in the spotlight,

Hoping and praying to be as important as everyone else,

Seeing the moon and his stars,

Feeling envious, 

The diamonds eventually stop shining. 

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