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┗∙ ° ⌜ 永遠に ⌟° ʻ┛
when i was young i would
read the stars like
poetry
on hazy spring nights
and the hazel suns would sing
from between the leaves and the
ocean waves wore the tears of
fallen moons,
pearls of loneliness around their necks,
dreaming of pretty celadon nights
and cerulean
constellations.
when i was young i would
sip the stars like whiskey
on breezy summer nights and i'd reminisce
of the times of us
when we would dance in the ports of andromeda at night, the times when we stared into the midnight sun and it didn't blind us because we believed. we painted neon green stars in the sky and told ourselves that we are gems love can't buy, that we are
pricelssunbreakabletitanium
now i am lifetimes old,
as old as the rise and fall of galaxies and constellations.
