The way how your eyes land on mine, it's something. But my heart cannot bear another false alarm spark by my desperate feeling that longs to be mirrored back.
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Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
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The way how your eyes land on mine, it's something. But my heart cannot bear another false alarm spark by my desperate feeling that longs to be mirrored back.
