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Arts and Culture Poetry

You and I were born in the heart of a star,

We’ve been star-crossed and lost for too many years by far.

 

Entrapped in these humble bodies

with mundane worries and fears,

the cost of days so precious,

are the scars caused by the tracks your tears.

 

 

Every slight smile is a little redemption,

From this human convention,

To scar your mind with thoughts

That anything less than perfection,

Should cause you to be laced with sin.

 

It’s those little imperfections,

that unfortunate scar,

lines of laughter,

sorrow and frowns,

 

These are the ones that tell the story of the life I love

and should instead be worn as crowns.

 

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