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I told the stars about you
us
the way you have me in an iron grasp
a gilded cage
your name tattooed on my chest
like a burden
I carry
your whispers like rose petals in peeling pockets
some nights they are rocks
some they are scented flowers
I told the stars about you
us
the way we are one
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