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  • Gathering Stars
    56 13 11

    Poems are stars. Collect them, save them, survive off their vibrance. You may find them in those familiar places, on crinkled restaurant napkins, in heavy hearts, plastered on the subway walls. Where do your stars come from? Where do you hide them away?

  • Melancholy Rose
    85 14 1

    This is a poem based on a picture my friend @the_poetry_angel sent me.

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