you never looked up at the stars
and saw them the way i did
and that is how i know
that we were never meant to be
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quarter to dawn {poetry}
Poetrya collection of poems. you ask me why i like art and i tell you that the water colours bleed prettier than my wrists
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you never looked up at the stars
and saw them the way i did
and that is how i know
that we were never meant to be
