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Feb 2021
We’re a constellation, you and I.
Set in fixed points in the sky.

My chest burns like a dying star.
Even though you’re never far.

I'm stuck in this inky black.
Waiting to be taken back.

I’m fighting an endless fight.
Just to hold you through the night.
Written by
SiValesValeo
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