.We shall be, two stargazing narratives around a cackling fire..you and me, two independent galaxies maybe
Of heavenly failures, and fears.
A falling star shall trickle down your shoulder and winter nightsky shall breathe into my hair.
Maybe,
You and me.
Two placid moons rambling about the silent skies
Of heavenly failures, and fears.
A falling star shall trickle down your shoulder and winter nightsky shall breathe into my hair.
Maybe,
You and me.
Two placid moons rambling about the silent skies
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