sometimes, it
doesn't have to
be beautiful
to be perfect
sometimes, it
doesn't have to
be perfect to
be beautiful
sometimes, it
doesn't have to
be beautiful to
be beautiful
sometimes, it
doesn't have to
be perfect to
be perfect
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drowning planets // poetry
PoetryLet's go to the sky, To the paint splattered stars, I believe we can fly, Just open your arms. It's just us now, You and me; But I think we're crashing Into the sea. We were pulled in By the earth's magnet. Now you and I Are drowning planets. *This...
