i look away, up. my eyes settle on the stars. pretty little secrets up there too, secrets between me and time. i get to see all the little heavenly bodies and time says, "between you and me, some of these stars have been gone for a long time," and i say, "thank you for saving them for me."
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me, fumbling over commas
Poetryi don't know how to describe this. it's nothing, really. or maybe too much of a couple different things.
