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frances love Jan 2016
oh how the stars bloom
in your eyes like millions
of fireworks on the fourth
of july;

i dig my heels into the dirt
and i call out like the ground
to the rain and the ocean
to the moon-

i say,
"i will cry for you
until i go crashing down,"

and i don't wait
for a response.

— The End —