Feb 20, 10:41 AM by boy
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he-says
oh bright shining star, turn away from me.
the constant pain your gaze causes is too much to bear.
the likely constant of shame.
“dear failure brush thine cinders from yon brow.”
we fear the sparks bring the fires awareness to consume our homes.
mere the likely consistence all the same.
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