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A tiny poetry book by a tiny gal.

Scald me with love, lukewarm's no good.

Because people like you and love like this only happens in movies.

I scream at the rain trying to get even the slightest drops into my body because maybe then, some of their magic will seep into my bones and grow something beautiful amongst the dirty thoughts of you.

Even stars can collect dust if not given some love.