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by @kaitlin-mitchell

My lips tasted like sangria And it was just a little Too much For one night And so I ran I could drown In his blue eyes Like a sea Calling me home I could listen to his voice For it sounds like the waves crashing Upon the shore Time and time again Calling me home And he has galaxies swimming Through his veins Because no astronomer can be With someone who does not And they're the Milky Way And they are my home And so I'll press The reset button And wish on my lucky stars He is willing to rewind And call me home
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