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Apr 2017
There's something about looking at stars that makes me think of everything
Makes me think of you, makes me think of me
I don't really know what it is about looking at stars that does that
Sticky stars on my roof
Stars in the sky
They all bring me to us
I don't know if it's the universe telling me that you're the one it has intended for me
I don't know if it's because we talked about the moon more than our days
I don't if it's because without the stars there'd be no sun
And that's you
You were the sun and I was the moon
And we loved to say it
You were the shine that made me glow
I was the light that lit your night
But why is it universe
That I can stare at your stars and think of my sun
But I can't have him
Is he destined to be a star
My sun
Distant and untouchable
Warm and good
But not meant to be touched held or loved
Lillie Kay
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Lillie Kay  Miami
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