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All the stars are falling down. _Make a wish_ — maybe we’ll fall in love before they hit the ground. And if it fails, I guess we’re just crashing down.                                      To shot my shot, and try to be                                      your shooting star —                                      aimed so high,                                      but I was falling too fast                                      at the sight of your brown eyes,                                      soft as cosmic dust. I’m the dusk, you’re the sun — and if we make love to make a son, will that light save us, or are we still just crashing down?                             Until then - hold me in the silence                             between the boom and the burn —                             where gravity forgets us,                             and stars don’t return. And if we’re meant to fall, then let it be together — two sparks in the dark, pretending we’re forever.                           Even if we burn out                           before the dawn,                           at least we lit the sky while                           we were on.
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Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC
Crashing Constellations
All the stars are falling down. _Make a wish_ — maybe we’ll fall in love before they hit the ground. And if it fails, I guess we’re just crashing down.                                      To shot my shot, and try to be                                      your shooting star —                                      aimed so high,                                      but I was falling too fast                                      at the sight of your brown eyes,                                      soft as cosmic dust. I’m the dusk, you’re the sun — and if we make love to make a son, will that light save us, or are we still just crashing down?                             Until then - hold me in the silence                             between the boom and the burn —                             where gravity forgets us,                             and stars don’t return. And if we’re meant to fall, then let it be together — two sparks in the dark, pretending we’re forever.                           Even if we burn out                           before the dawn,                           at least we lit the sky while                           we were on.
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The Universe in Your Eyes The universe lives in your eyes - brighter than the sun’s blind fury, shimmering with the strength of a thousand stars. Yet they do not burn me. They soften me. Within them, oceans rise - wild, merciless, capsizing ships beneath violent storms. Yet when I look closer, I find stillness. A silence deeper than the sea itself. There is wonder there - a hunger for distant galaxies, a restless thirst for truth. Yet there is wisdom too, an ancient calm as if they have already seen eternity and chosen peace. So wide. So impossibly deep. Roses bloom in their shadows, warriors sleep in their fire, and Venus herself would bow before such quiet elegance. They carry thousands of souls - passion, longing, desire - but when they meet mine, the universe becomes smaller… and more infinite at once. Filled with beauty. Filled with mystery. Filled with you!!!!! Work from : To Her Who Already!!!!
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Feb 20, 2026 at 11:36 AM UTC
THE UNIVERSE IN YOUR EYES!!!!