the stars dont shine like they should. they stay tucked away in their pockets of happiness, keeping all the light to themselves. only one star shares and it gives it all to one little rock. it will die one day. its happy little light will go away, and kill that little rock it loved so dearly.
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this is actually one of my favorites because it links to a story that was in a dream of mine. maybe i'll share it at one point.
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makeshift roses
Poesíathey start to wilt more every day, but i can never stay away i grab the roses and touch the thorns, because pretty things have devil horns (this is just a thought dump. ive written a lot of stuff on my own so i thought id see what everyone else thin...
