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Apr 1
Starry night.
Little uneven polka dots -
Precious as pearls.

I fell in love with a star once.
But like the celestial marbles above,
He burned out before I could call him mine.

I make a wish on a dying star,
Knowing it'll never reach him.
Arisa
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Arisa  19/F/Tokyo
(19/F/Tokyo)   
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