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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