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When No One is Around

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InKPapeR-AndSoul

Published: Aug 19, 2011

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Late at night, when no one is around
I make a wish to a distant star
I wish that corruption wasn't so abound
And that people didn't care about what you are

I make a wish to a distant star
I wish that hate, in our world, didn't surround
And that people didn't care about what you are
As I make my wish, a tear falls to the ground

I wish that hate, in our world, didn't surround
I wish that corruption wasn't so abound
As I make my wish, a tear falls to the ground
Late at night, when no one is around...

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This is poem encapsulates what I wish, when I wish upon a star. I hope you enjoy it ^_^

Edit: August 19th, 2011
The form of this poem is called Pantoum, in case anyone wishes to know.

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