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Mar 2011
My stars are covered by a delicate covering
We spun with our obsessions
Invisible until true acceptance

(Acceptance that comes easiest to those in denial)

We search for these fiery beings above us
Until truth
We bend and break and are renewed
In a beauty we do not , dare not , see
Written by
lacey deere
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   Olivia Mercado
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