plain jane
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You will always be my favorite constellation.
Every night I wander searching for your embrace.
But we are humans,
To travel at the speed of light like stars is to die.
I am a poet, and I guess I know it.
But who wrote these lines.
Oh how I wish they could be mine,
tell my story,
And if you ask the others of how they would define, me
