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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