She is more than she seems.
Glittering iridescent starlight
runs through her veins.
And only when you make her bleed,
you see the light she holds
inside her.
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Starlight
She is more than she seems.
Glittering iridescent starlight
runs through her veins.
And only when you make her bleed,
you see the light she holds
inside her.
