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here, maybe they are black on white just an outline of what may be but stars are not silhouettes not here, not to me they become 3 dimensional with every breath I take tripping through the Universe not every Star will make me want to breathe another breath tip toeing amongst Poppy fields I rest breathing toxic waste but wait.. the beauty of your written words makes me wait I sit in a field of unfettered pleasure getting high on monochromic doom Until you storm the room and make me see Shooting stars treasured art a part of the Galaxy *blessed you be from the start* shooting across my night sky its all I ask
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC
stars are not just silhouettes
here, maybe they are black on white just an outline of what may be but stars are not silhouettes not here, not to me they become 3 dimensional with every breath I take tripping through the Universe not every Star will make me want to breathe another breath tip toeing amongst Poppy fields I rest breathing toxic waste but wait.. the beauty of your written words makes me wait I sit in a field of unfettered pleasure getting high on monochromic doom Until you storm the room and make me see Shooting stars treasured art a part of the Galaxy *blessed you be from the start* shooting across my night sky its all I ask
dedicated to those special to me... you aren't just silhouettes, you are truly stars.... :)
helen
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC
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