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❛ we are happy then sad
and we stare at the ceilings like it screams in galactic explosions
but these imaginations,
they wear off.you realize that those
ceilings,they are dull,
dull like your broken smile. ❜
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exploding galaxies // -silvermist
Poetry°*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ poetry | prose ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ -lowercase intended