Day 3: Write a poem about the stars.
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"First crush"
Lying on our backs
in fresh cut grass
we try to point out
what we know:
Orion, Andromeda
The Big Dipper
I turn to her, want to reach out
to the constellations of stars
caught in the curls of her hair
those waves of endless night
I imagine my fingers tangled in comet tails
my hand stained with stardust
She turns to me
her face full of moonlight
My heart explodes
like a dying star
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