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Feb 27
the first name she recites is her own,
syllables rolling off tongue like poetry.
under the light of mars, aries is reborn,
spinning constellations on her fingertips
like venus does on most days, like jupiter
when he creates storms. she has grown
to resemble many things — passion,
purpose, a ram — but when warmth settles
beneath her fiery skin, she does not mind.

in her galaxy, aries is scarlet; as she cradles
stars across millennia, they overlook
the universe.
Written by
andrea nicole  new york baby
(new york baby)   
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