i. did you know that
on the day we met,
one star went up to
another star and said,
"Look! A constellation!"
ii. - at us,
at us,
at the broken and jarred vision of us,
iii. because we formed
a perfect line,
a crackle static,
two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly into one,
iv. - while the stars followed our trails.
v. the day you left,
you became a shooting star,
vii. and all the stars wished for us to get back together.
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(i quite like this one what do you think)
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