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Dec 2018
in her eyes I see stars
if I could,
I’d spend hours peering into their depths
and look for constellations

every time our gazes meet,
I search for a shooting star
I make a wish but never tell,
or else it won’t come true

she is like a galaxy
beautiful,
endless,
ethereal
Written by
Brenna  15/Cisgender Female
(15/Cisgender Female)   
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