"When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun"
- William Shakespeare
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"hey nova,"
"yea?" she poked her head out of her window to come face to
face with her neighbour.
"i was thinkin'," he said placing his
head in his hand.
"what were thinking?" she asked, her cheeks
flushed from the little nap she had
been having.
"i was thinkin' about yesterday, when you
asked me why i stayed, with this," he motioned
behind him to his house.
"and i didn't answer you, not really." he looked away from
her then, "i didn't answer you, because
i don't know why i stay. nova?"
"yea?"
"would you like to run away with me?"
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Poetry"i was thinkin' about yesterday, when you asked me why i stayed, with this, and i didn't answer you. i didn't answer you, because i don't know why i stay. nova?" "yea?" "would you like to run away with me?" {cover: @guyswithguitars } highest...
