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Oct 2016
The night was pale and poised on the precipice of perfection;
There was no darkness to speak of,
Just the colors and creations of some wayward artist,
The broad brushstroke of the galaxy
Silhouetted and speckled with distant stars,
Each one a story,
And every one untold.
You can find more of my poetry at caitlincacciatore.wordpress.com
Caitlin Cacciatore
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Caitlin Cacciatore  27/Cisgender Female/New York City
(27/Cisgender Female/New York City)   
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