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May 2016
i don't need the galaxies in your eyes
to find myself floating lost among the stars
i am made of a million dreams waiting to ignite
i have stardust running through my veins

my fingertips tingle with a fire you cannot put out
i am a thunderstorm unable to be chained

and if our worlds ever collide
and if we share a midnight waltz beneath shimmering skies, please know:
i don't want you to send me to the moon
i'm already on my way.
michelle
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michelle  montreal
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