Posted on May 20, 2006 By juvifish
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She spent every friday night
waiting for the stars to fall down
and as soon as nights unveils itself,
she longs for comets that come
every one hundred years
so she makes her wish.
Elusive happiness.
Category: Original Poetry Tags: comets, elusive happiness, stars, wish
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