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i hate your moon-lit smile, your star-bearing eyes,
your resounding laugh, echoing from a place as empty as the summer sky on a cloudless day,
your sunlight-soaked complexion and how you lied when you said they were temporary goodbyes.
i hate all your sunrise surprises, sunset kisses.
i regret seeing all those shooting stars with you,
making all of those wishes.
YOU ARE READING
STARDUST
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