A background of black paintbrush in your teeth threads of some silver and deciding some patterns arrangements ruling people's lives rotating and changing the choices must be made on exactly how to create them decisions decisions how do you make them? a speck weaved here and then painted there make no mistakes now, you that writes the stars.
Reason for writing:
A poem on fate and how the painter of the stars can make them.
But I don't believe that it is just the stars that rules how
we change or what we become, you have to help in making those
decisions yourself. You can control parts of yourself.
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