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You look at me as if I have galaxies in my eyes
with planets revolving around my body
and sunshine on my breath
out of the billions of stars in the sky you are my sun

I fell for an astronaut
ready to float through the space in my mind

I inhale your words and exhale star dust
forming the galaxies for you to travel

I am your space cadet,
my major interstellar
teach me to love the cosmos as much as you do
because I still have trouble loving
the constellations you see in me
sorry this is cheesy af
never I would've thought
that I would be over you

that your fluorescence would always still shine in my eyes
no matter how much I squinted to distort your image
no matter how much I blocked it with my hands and my mind

never I would've thought
that your beam would be out-shone

until his light made you seem so dim
he has the sun in his eyes and I want to chase that horizon.
you're just a glare that makes me glare at the thought.
The perception of
beauty is all opinion.
so nothing is not...
does this make sense?????
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