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Jan 2020
Starlight in her hair,
Sunshine upon her fingertips,
And syrup on her lips.
Perfection is cold, and yet she is warmer than every hearth on earth.
Sapphire eyes, electric soul.
She's neither sun, or moon, or stars.
She is all the sky above.
brath
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