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yellow sundress
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lone nights, and december licks at my naked eyes,
thoughts of crushed pear blossoms and torn lovers dissolving like cigarette smoke
(you used to hold me on nights like this.)
by the windowsill, i watch the stars, and i think about the places they’ve traveled
and the people they’ve seen. and i think about the people watching the same stars right now, dreaming
just thinking, losing themselves in the comforting aura of the constellations.
untouched.
thank you, stars,
for swallowing my insomnia.
What do you think it means?
Any suggestions for improvement/things you would change?
lone nights, and december licks at my naked eyes,
thoughts of crushed pear blossoms and torn lovers dissolving like cigarette smoke
(you used to hold me on nights like this.)
by the windowsill, i watch the stars, and i think about the places they’ve traveled
and the people they’ve seen. and i think about the people watching the same stars right now, dreaming
just thinking, losing themselves in the comforting aura of the constellations.
untouched.
thank you, stars,
for swallowing my insomnia.
What do you think it means?
Any suggestions for improvement/things you would change?