stars
yes, they whisper
one day, one hour, one second
you can taste those stars
"Really?," I look up at the stars
"Yes, but watch when you do."
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
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stars
yes, they whisper
one day, one hour, one second
you can taste those stars
"Really?," I look up at the stars
"Yes, but watch when you do."
