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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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