An eternal star lights a hill on-top,
The nocturnal backdrop rests ashore.
You emit that bookshop type of love,
Through pipe, gripe, apple pie, and frostbite
You’ll forever be my heaven dove.
Goodbye is the toilsome word I uttered,
To be able to sight the sober sky,
In October.
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Daniel Alejandro Arellano Perez is a junior in the LPS pathway. He likes writing in his free time, whether it be poetry, essays, or short stories.
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