Write a poem with the word star in it.
He is everything and he is nothing. Want more but only get something. The scraps and crumbs of faded conversations. Wishing for sentences that fill whole books and not just pages. Libraries filled with infinite rows of a love that only grows. But we’re wishing when there are no shooting stars when reality couldn’t set us more apart. All odds are far from in our favor, time seems like it has stopped forever when you’re waiting for something that will never come. Yet there’s still hope for what might become. Damn hope always anchoring itself in private properties. Respects no limits, breaks all boundaries and it does so, so loudly. Yet no matter what hope might make you feel, at the end what matters is what’s real.
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