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they call us troubled kids because we know secrets only trouble knows but our bodies are carved in silk and basement beats dance to the groovy compositions of our sweeter essence. we are trapped in ghost stories and abandoned artwork but take a peek into our glass hearts, we are crafted from thunder and honey. there's salvation housed within our tangled bones that demands to be felt when the glistening strawberry stardust radiates the taffy pink skies above. it keeps its arms open for lonely souls like ours who cover tear-stained cheeks and hungry heartache with peach kisses and liquid love. we are nothing but intricate ultraviolet reflections stitched into the chantilly laced comets that asteria so divinely swam in. they thought they had the universe all figured out but- my sweet darling, when they told you there's no such thing as magic, did you forget to look within that evergreen heart of yours?
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