you focus on the sky.

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a bridge in the play
i went to for the sociability
that my friends seem to treasure
you, even when alone
you kept your head up.

a fading red sun
catallena, the music plays
the trash that you hate to take out
in a moment between light and dark
you taught me to search for the stars.

a two-finger point
in the direction of a wonderland
where you and i lie to each other
we seem to be okay
the difference between together and apart.

a stomach ache
break my heart, continental
but i plan to sink past it
a stargazing couple sleeps on my hill where
the constellations don't shine without you.

perhaps
as the daylight fades
i'll start to shine on my own.

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