The Sun, Moon, Stars, and Sky
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the sun, moon, stars, and sky are lovely
but none more so then you who stands before me,
beautiful, radiant, silvery, and bright
a perfect person in this world,
except, you're not.
~~~
a short poem on unrequited love
hate as much as you wish
I don't care
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