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"love-love the stars. love-love the moon."
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his heals kicked the material behind it, the roof. hands rubbed against the unlevelled and ridged, he lifted up his palms and perceived them.
the ash-white graze appeared, but with a few strokes with the thumb, it was alright. he lifted up his legs to his chest, all warmth in a tight package.
his fingers fiddled with the buttons that held the rolled up crinkled; bleached-out checkered shirt.
the index finger pulled back the button and it reflexed. he began to become irritated and slid the button out of the hole and shuffled the sleeve down, he did the same with the other.
he brought in his arms and laid them on his stomach, laying his body against the cold paves. pulled up each sleeve from the ends to cover up his frail skin.
relaxed himself, legs outstretched but not too far out. placed his hands beneath his brittle strands. gazed at the stars, the moon that watched him like a still reflection, her.
