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Mar 3
I wanted to be born as a star
but someone had a different idea.

That's how I ended up as a street lamp. I die too soon and flicker too much. But yesterday I saw a moth trying to kiss me. It almost burned her.
I have heard stars do not get this luxury.
Twisted Poet
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Twisted Poet  16/F/New Zealand
(16/F/New Zealand)   
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     inkedsolace, Lyle and Sable Nocturne
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