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Nov 2014
I love you
more than the sun,
the moon,
and all of the stars.
And never,
will I ever,
have to travel the world,
because I already see thousands of galaxies,
in your eyes.
Maybe its over dramatic,
to call you my world.
But every time we fight,
mine seems to stop turning,
and if you were to ever leave,
it would crumble,
into a big pile of demolished buildings,
and broken pieces of myself.
k.l.s
Written by
Kassadie Spencer  Petoskey|Mi|
(Petoskey|Mi|)   
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