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Sep 12
UFO
could i hold what i want
as a fiery burning ball in my grasp
boldly matching the beat of my heart?
hands bleeding with the want of it all
my teeth ache with wanting
i slowly uncup my hands to reveal it was
never a star at all.
not a wish, not a flame
just the UFO
my flushed cheeks glow under artificial light
take me back to be reborn again
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hi  17/F
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