right now
the sparkle shimmer in your eyes
and the way your hand clasps mine
is enough to keep me grounded to this earth
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pluto | poetry ✓
Poesíathe space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
