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whenever I hold your hand,
I feel the scars from when
we pieced together
the shards of your heart.

that heart is no longer
a flawless figurine
but a mosaic.
nevertheless,
it is still a masterpiece.
you're the gravity
that grounds me on my two feet
*but i dream to fly
the stars fall for you,
the moon shines for you,
and the sun wakes up early in the day
to say,
"sweet dreams"

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