4th:constellation
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I keep track of the orbit of your constellation,
with me seeking your afresh domination.
The streaks of you fill the galaxy of my mind,
and this head space of mine is by yours designed.
Here lies me inside our universe,
drowning in our nostalgic wonders.
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Letters to the purple sky (poems)
Poetryseries of melancholic unsaid thoughts that encapsulate the feelings that run through the mind of a lovelorn storyteller. the brain is a large place; which keeps what we think put together. oh, how lovely it is: if i only had a chance that once i wr...
