stars are delicate, we both know that, like hearts or glass jars filled to the brim with dreams and
stars are delicate, we both know that, like hearts or glass jars filled to the brim with dreams and wishes and lost prayers, caught but still alive, still breathing, each a story, a secret, and if we listen, if we stand here quietly and don’t breathe, we might hear them whispering. -- source link
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