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Jan 2016
He does not see it,
but we were more than a picture can ever capture
because light rays don't bounce off our bodies
in the way people expected it to:
We never manage to absorb any light
and the photons just sprung right off our skin,
so we displayed excess radiance
and that's why they called us a star.  
We aren't stars, not anymore,
we’re just two pathetic faces with nothing to say
on the art of avoiding the hypnotic gestures of
the golden pendulums on a grandfather clock.
Written by
Rose Davis
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     Rose Davis and Bianca Reyes
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