A vast space without nothing to touch
Warmth that goes inside but never to be shared
Going a thousand miles per hour but nowhere to stay
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The moon, space and her.
PoetryA chronological collection of poems about an awkward and deep relationship with the people I love and Miss Destiny.
I can't remember the solar wind
A vast space without nothing to touch
Warmth that goes inside but never to be shared
Going a thousand miles per hour but nowhere to stay
