But she swallowed it
Though she did not have a
Fear of the dark
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Rather, a fear of her heart
And the things she would do
If they ceased to leave a mark
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They said ｒｅａｃｈ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｓｔａｒｓ
But she only found scars
In these constellations
Over her face
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They said ｃｕｒv y ｗａｓ ｂｅｓｔ
That no one liked a flat chest
But these hips, to her,
Wasted space
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what makes us ethereal
Thơ caa collection of poems about love, life and sadness ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅ but alike the stars, what we have what we see, we have let go you see, the stars that we see right now are a reflection of reality, long ago ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘...
