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Jun 2014
He fell from a shooting star,

Dust from angels' wings

Falling from his hair.



His eyes reflected the sun,

Burning bright



From his soul shone the night,

Still, quiet, and tranquil



His heart was the wild,

All fierce and patient



And I fell for him,

Thirsty for his



Pure existence

Of being
frivolous treasures
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frivolous treasures  ohio
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