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Mar 2013
I'm consumed by the world of blue.
Outside this home is dark and cold,
but as I look up, I feel the warmth
of the stars--when the world is quiet
is when celestial bodies burn brightest.
Tonight I believe in nothing but the light
emanating from this heavenly ceiling mist
and the hope that one day we'll again see the sun.
it's about van gogh's "the starry night"
M Rose
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M Rose  21/F
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