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Jan 28
Connecting starlight over rooftops,
Pleading to save my soul.
I look to the night sky to make me feel whole.
Perhaps it's the beauty
Or is it its presence?
When all else fails to be,
It is.
Written by
Cyrus Khounesavath  23/M/Virginia
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