Your orbit is unreachable
but constant.
I'm just drifting around
without destination.
But you-
Your force of gravity holds so much power.
A collusion would be deadly.
You would crush me entirely,
until nothing is left of me,
except tiny pieces of dusty debris
YOU ARE READING
Midding [yet another diary]// A collection
Poesíav. intr. feeling the tranquil pleasure of being near a gathering but not quite in it-hovering on the perimeter of a campfire, chatting outside a party while others dance inside, resting your head in the backseat of a car listening to your friends ch...
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