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Mar 2021
I decide to lay here
high off of something unholy
how do you heal?
I talk to the moon
but I don't speak of this much
it scares people to think of something infinite
this is why only some talk of the stars

I wish the planets would kiss me
like I kiss her
and I wish drunk poetry
didn't describe my insides
Written by
kirra  22/F/barcelona
(22/F/barcelona)   
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