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eyes in the color of outer space,
the milky way lost its enchanting glow,
whenever you lifted your reticent gaze.
you are a solid caldwell 39,
six-thousand-five-hundred-twenty light years away,
probably the "acid to my alcaline",
even the matrix to my data storing array.
I am quiet. I am calm. I am out of control.
maybe even slightly delirious.
my rationality got ****** into a black hole.
my heartless state in a temper tantrum; furious.
you are in outer space,
close to my everlasting hope.
If we won't meet face to face,
I will continue watching you through my telescope.
© fey (28/12/29)
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