Instead of the shooting star that
I wished to wish upon ,
you were the star that shot me
right through ,
and look today ,
how burned I am ;
out of all the stars that
sleep high above ,
you shined and
came down below ,
and now look ,
how flaming I am .
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Poesía" where she is the queen " At this point, my words don't even mean anything, my lines are random, my meanings are all over the place, my endings are left in the middle. I've not the slightest idea if I can compose something coherent. It all feels li...
