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crimson stars

redredredred**

**

 

*:+:twinkle:+:

:+:twinkle:+:

-little-

st---*

 

starlight,

star...bright?--

first star--

I see tonight--

 

i wish

.

i may

.

i wish

.

i might

.

.

.

 

have

 

*[your]

wish

tonight.*

 

(SETMEFREE)

 

 

*i don't really feel anything you know--

 

just

the

 

searing burn

of the branding iron pressed against

my heart

before my ribcage is put back together--

like a little puzzle to be solved--

like a clock taken apart--*

 

 

just get it over with

and leave me be.

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Written by
jessie
American
Published
Nov 22, 2010
Lines·Words
36·79
Notes

stars are prettier than lines.

Emily Dickinson was my shoulder angel when I wrote this.

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