you could control the tides with those eyes, those beautiful things that resemble night skies. they are black holes that pull me in, there's no escape from the force of your starry stare, i've spent too much time in space, i just hope i don't run out of air.
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starry eyes
you could control the tides with those eyes, those beautiful things that resemble night skies. they are black holes that pull me in, there's no escape from the force of your starry stare, i've spent too much time in space, i just hope i don't run out of air.