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Much like the moon we go through phases of emptiness to feel full again
Beautiful hearts are
beautifully broken too
I met a fairy
At night that is starry
Telling our story
Like a poetry
It’s so cherry
With a scent so flowery
Now it’s a memory
I kept in my diary
Im feeling so airy!
When I read this poetry
Reminds me of a jewellery
That I love so dearly
I am ****** into

Waking;

Silently screaming,

Furiously shaking.

I am far too old

To remember night fear;

Yet wake terribly quaking,

And am left right here.
i dread tonight, and this is not a farce
Love hurts hearts.
Whatever.
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