“Twinkle, twinkle little star…”
I look at you
I watch you
Tonight you stand above me, looking down onto me and grasping my magical imagination
I’ve met people who are made of stars, but you are an entire constellation unto yourself.
We shine brighter than anyone can imagine – even us.
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