millions of constellations

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millions of constellations
and yet i find myself here
i can't get out of this door
the starts are keeping me captive
and the sky holds my mouth shut
comforting as it is,
i smile at its touch
but i wish i could scream to the moon
when i feel swallowed by the sun
my hand keeps slipping off the handle,
giving up.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 22, 2022 ⏰

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