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Blank mind Eyes open Intake everything Or focus on a Singular star. Any number of Profound and perfect things Could be murmured right now And etched into the Night sky’s infinite existence To dance with the stars *So I— With hands cupped over mouth, Eyes bleary from tears, And hoarse voiced— Whisper* “I’m so stupid” And it was by far The most insightful, True, And honest thing I’ve ever said.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
The Sky Holds Secrets
Blank mind Eyes open Intake everything Or focus on a Singular star. Any number of Profound and perfect things Could be murmured right now And etched into the Night sky’s infinite existence To dance with the stars *So I— With hands cupped over mouth, Eyes bleary from tears, And hoarse voiced— Whisper* “I’m so stupid” And it was by far The most insightful, True, And honest thing I’ve ever said.
Rooftop writing
awkwardari
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
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