POEM STARTER
The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.
Write a rhyming poem that ends with this line.
The same stars
We looked at the stars
like they were ours
Oh, how it hurts
we sleep under the same stars a curse
I don't know you anymore
I won't forever more
The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold
a place once so magical now hurt to behold
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