the cold light settled in the pit of our minds while through a looking glass, finger smudged & hazy, we drank the stars. we took in their stark familiarity, their beautiful sadness filled us with an empty hope that, though without direction, in our dreams pierced the hearts of a thousand souls. our wake traced pale memories crooked and easy to follow. wasn't it always so obvious weren't we always so slow to see won't the day arrive when these burning suns swim a little further from our shores?


















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