Apr 2020
his fingers fidgeted with the stars
comets flying like racing cars
when he glanced above, all he hoped
to sing a lullaby to the one
he loves the most
comets flying like racing cars
when he glanced above, all he hoped
to sing a lullaby to the one
he loves the most
(18/Non-binary/Based in Wisconsin)
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