never enough.

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I can touch the moon

and see stars in my eyes

there is gold on my skin

a rose on my lip

whole galaxies painted

on my cheeks.

the sun lingers by my side

oceans flow through my hair

on tiptoe, I can reach the sky

but tell me why

I still cannot smile.

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