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Sep 2017
I breathe in the stars through my nose
Cough up the dust
With leftover light in my lungs.

Breathing in the night and his moon,
Galaxies in my chest.
I have dreams that are tossing and turning,
never set to rest.

I will always burn and flicker here
Among my common friends.
Laying under my blanket we call the night
Until my glow finally ends.
I am always thinking at night under the stars.
Chelsea Rae
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       ---, Chelsea Rae, Mims, Isabelle and TSPoetry
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