3/30/19 ❀ they called her opportunity

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Those opalescent orbs of starlight suspended in the night sky

like pearls from a rich woman's neck.

Tear them down for me,

send them scattering into the corners of our reality,

fashion them into something new and bold and brilliant

my moonlight, my starlight,

my day and night,

my everything.

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