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Feb 2018
Some want to contort me into unfathomable shapes
Some want to put me in a box and make me a keepsake
Some want to bend my thoughts until my mind soon breaks
Some want to lead me down a path then leave and make me chase
For those to come, I warn you now, I can sense it from miles away
Stella Stardust
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Stella Stardust
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