i want to empty my fears
into the bowls of your eyes
and draw stars until night warms
our cold stale breath
maybe someday you'd understand
that there's a long way to the moon
that we are still stuck on dreams
i could catch you, and sprinkle
your smile with mine;
maybe then being stuck on a dream
wouldn't be so bad.
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delightful.


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all of it feels so detached and so personal. im not sure how you manage that. but its quite fascinating.




