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Jul 2015
I am counting scars
like stars
galaxies resting on your forearms
wondering how many times you were sent into the universe
alone.
Bruises cover your back in the form of Nebulas
you tell me it's from fighting comets.
But I know your father is Pluto,
cold and distant,
and your mother was the Sun.
but you keep forgetting lately, you are Auroras daughter.
Aurora
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Aurora  18/F
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