seventy-fourth

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without you,
the stars fall,
the ones you say are in my eyes.
they drop one by one into this notebook of jumbled thoughts.
everything is misty.
so please
please
let it be clear on the horizon.
let the clouds disappear
tonight.
and maybe if you look into them,
we'll create a supernova.

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