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Sep 2015
The constellations on my ceiling glow bright for an instant, then fade
And I can count a 1,000 stars in the galaxy, but I know there are 1,001
Because you're next to me
And the way that the moonlight hits your eyelashes, when you breathe
Deeply, oh I can count how many hours we've spent together
But I want to count more
Because the curl of the steam off your coffee just does something to me,
The way that your eyes hood and you smile when you look right through me,
And when we're walking outside, hand in hand, how our fingers fit perfectly
And I want this to be mine, these little bright moments, just to count
So I'll just take my time, don't wake me up, I'm not ready
When my eyes start to droop, and you pull me right to you like a puzzle piece
Like you can't sleep without me,
I just want to be the 1,002nd star in your galaxy.
Alexandria Hope
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Alexandria Hope  25/Gender Fluid/Doolin, Clare, Ireland
(25/Gender Fluid/Doolin, Clare, Ireland)   
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