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I wonder if the sun is scared of the day
she will burn the earth to ashes, I wonder
if she knows how destructive she is and is
doing her best to keep us away from
her surface.

And I wonder if you know what it's like being in
your gravitational pull because no matter
what I do, I can't get rid of you, I
can't get rid of the way you always
bite your lip between sentences, I
can't shake the situational irony of
having you sit five inches in front of me
during english, over desks pushed close
enough that we occasionally touch
accidentally, I can't shake the fact
there's no way this will ever go
anywhere because you don't even
know I'm
there.

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