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She wishes upon rubies…
Hoping that sapphires fall in her favor
She misses the way her eyes sparkle from the flash of cameras
From the glitz and glamour
She just stares upon her reflection
Trying to hurdle over the obstacles that block her motivation
But she still wishes
Not to the moon… Nor to the healer
But to the blood colored stones that have stitched her wounds
Pleading that her soul wasn’t so glass like
Wishing it was more to her than these images created by the flashes from the camera
Wishing, waiting
For her sapphires to fall

Jay G