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when your body is made up of constellations
by Ava Bluwhen your body is made up of constellations
no one can see with the naked eye,
you begin to think no one will ever see it,
that no one will ever come along who can see something so beautiful;
and you wonder why god made you that way
if it was inevitable you would be alone.
who knows,
who can really answer that without going to god directly?
until you find someone,
or they find you,
and suddenly,
suddenly they can see everything 08/30/2011 Author's Note: this is definitely unfinished but i need to put it here so i will remember to work on it
Posted on 09/02/2011
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/02/11 at 08:37 AM Amen. Great piece, finished or not. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 09/02/11 at 09:27 AM This is beautiful. Sometimes unfinished pieces aren't done because we're still living. Love it. |
| Posted by A. Reed on 09/22/11 at 10:51 AM Honestly Ava, it really appears finished. Adding anything else would be over-selling yourself. You perfectly placed a growing seed in the ground. Leave the rest to grow from what one thinks when they are through reading. Well done. |
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