No matter how
ugly every chapter
of your book,
someone will still
read and kiss
your uncountable flaws.
Just like how
we pick a
rose over the
thorn less ones.
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
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No matter how
ugly every chapter
of your book,
someone will still
read and kiss
your uncountable flaws.
Just like how
we pick a
rose over the
thorn less ones.
