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May 2017
I never got the sun,
A shooting star got there first.
So I played catch with the moon
And when I took my hands away
My fingers bore

But the moon doesn't have flames,
So the fire must be in me.
The moon should have some burn marks though
Otherwise the whole thing has been a façade.
Written by
Shanath  22/F/India
         ---, Corvus, Chelsea Rae, sunprincess, Donna and 47 others
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