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I kept on saying "when"
when I should have been saying "if"
because you and i both know that the world is not a wish granting factory.
The fault
in our
stars

is neither
intensity nor
quantity.

Fear not the cosmos
choked up in creation
might’ve forgotten
some fiery ingredient.

No

The fault
in our stars
is simply
that there are none.
  Aug 2015 I was your Hazel Grace
RIKKI
a snowflake lands on the tip of my finger


















it melts
I became a poet
In the hopes of becoming someone's poem
You only need your heart broken once
To be able to create a lifetime of poetry
Maybe I write to much, but it's all I know.
We wish we were them. They wish they were us.
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