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Jul 24
i wish we were all just constellations

strung up in the dark with
silver strands we
holding us together (in a frame of hope).

for every star you pluck out of the night,
an image forms

in the shape of who you want me to be.

(& i can be your Polaris,
lead you to the truth.)
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Silver  somewhere out there
(somewhere out there)   
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