perfection lies in the deepest crevices within us,
twinkling like a thousand lightbulbs strung
on barbed wire.
It is freckled in flaws that look like purple and blue
and are cold to the touch,
tainting the insides of many.
Unattainable, but unarguably there.
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Starry night skies (completed)
PoetryUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
