Dear hipotetical lover
I really need of tolerance and acceptance
Stars they come in the tail of comets
Stars they appear from unseen people
I am not a star 🌟 but I burn at millions of kelvin
And don't be jealous of my little bro
Cause the universe is set, other or so.
I'm tired of lonely, small bagage
Needed of a foreign language
To immerse my flaw as outlaw.
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