SUN BRUISED, SOLAR HUES
ALL THIS SPACE FOR YOU
LOOK TO THE MOON
TELL ME WHAT TO DO
I FELT LIKE A STAR
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME
TRACED MY SCAR
LIKE A CONSTELLATION
I’M A MERE SATELLITE
YOU, THE PLANET I REVOLVE AROUND
DO YOU THINK OF ME AT NIGHT?
CAN WE LOVE WITHOUT GRAVE IMPACT?
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