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She is the brightest star
        in the night sky.
But in the morning,
        when the sun comes,
            
              *she is nothing.
The butterflies*
        turned into ravens,
Feasting over
        my ***** feelings
.
We are the stars*
       stolen from the sky.
We owe to hide
       but we choose
       to *shine
.
Like people,
         books are waiting
         to be touched
         and loved.
A weeping daisy*
     In a field of
     laughing red roses,
     *Alone and surrounded
     By thorns.
Voices in my head,
            wanting to be heard.
            but even in the midst
            of my insanity,
            still,
            *I choose you.
Time forgives and time forgets;
          But between cigarette smokes
          And spilled beers,
          **I remember you.
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