she is made
of ashes
a hollow past
a shadow of who
she once was.
they are made
of starlight
of golden days
and ashes
and starlight
don't mix.
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Thoughts
PoetryIf you must fight fight with yourself and your thoughts in the night
Untitled Part 89
she is made
of ashes
a hollow past
a shadow of who
she once was.
they are made
of starlight
of golden days
and ashes
and starlight
don't mix.
