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i’m going to tell you a secret.
i am a cosmic child with a heart made out of rose petals and lead.
hair that’s made of woven stardust flows atop my head
my lips are dark like an apple, a seductive shade of red
my laugh is not a laugh, it is a song instead
and when I fall asleep, i use a cloud as my bed
but if you were too love me…….
well i think you’d be happier dead.
day holds me in cage,
night sets me free
from the burden of identity,
the necessity to be me.
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