Wonder
Yes those twinkling dots across the nights sky,
Those kept me thinking if her eyes still sparkled the same.
And if her nose still scrunched when she laughed too hard and often forgot she had to breathe
I still wondered if she held on to those dreams, and kept wishing on shooting stars.
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