The phone rang after midnight
during the full moon. Her heartbeat
was pumping her veins like a hot
sunny fluid burning her bones.
It was her tears.
- She loved her brother's friend so much that it breaks her.
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The Stars Are Made Of Dust
PoetryThe Stars Are Made Of Dust - A collection of poems about a little girl who wanted to be okay. She was a child too scared to live a teenager that didn't want to live she became a woman thrilled to live the entire potential of what life is. - Untold...
