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winner of league of litterateurs '23
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we're all made of stars.
but what happens when one of the stars, dies?
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when we're born, we're just a child full...
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Call it bad luck, call it fate Perhaps I was built, forever this way. To fall and crumble on an unspoken day And let my white dress, be stained.
It was just a moment in December, I can't even fathom or remember. A glimmer of hope that I had held Was diminished, a blown-out flame.
And so the memory solidified and stayed Becoming a part of me I could never obliterate. 'Cause a wine stain can't be washed away And dust can't be turned to butterflies again.
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we all have unspoken days.
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