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She thought that
If the stars melted
They would turn into him.
And the only thing
he was certain of
Was that she was
Cinnamon and books
Wrapped not in strings.
One day he
Made a paper boat
And gave it to her.
She wrote their names on it and set it sail.
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(A/N sorry for disappearing. )
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Poesia'If the end is drawing near, should I not be a part of it?' compilation of random efforts at poetry. - Cover Image - Kathrin Honesta
