I wonder how does it feel
to play around the orbit,
float in the universe
like a dead balloon
surrounded by helium
I've always dreamt about
orbiting past the cosmos with you
I know it's too good to be true
but you said you'll make it through
So I clasp on it like how I hold you
How ironic of your way
You've made it possible
You've made me feel the space
Yet you also made me realize
I should've despised it in the first place
As you just led me out from a distance
Juliet
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Poesíalanch onto wrench of agony found in those eyes | letters from Juliet
