Stare into the night sky
feel that last glass of wine
warming up your veins,
all these stars
looking back at you
just to see themselves reflected
on your golden drenched eyes
they like to make your face glow
they say it feels so close
to the freedom of being born.
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 3:35 PM UTC
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