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 Mar 2018
She Writes
I’ve found comfort in knowing
No matter where you are
The many miles between
We lie under the same stars

Sometimes I try to guess
which one you’d see
If you were looking up at them
Same as me

I look to the skies
When I’m lost and blue
Trying to find myself
But all I see is you

what do you see when you look to the stars
Do you see me, or just mercury and mars
 Mar 2018
bones
Am I really a poet,
If all I ever write about,
Is you?
Feeling insecure today.

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