the planets above us are still turning, spinning, constantly on show we have our eyes tilted up towards them, the sky, the stars, space there is a lack of air, of color, of light up there and yet is it infinite and we are infinitely small against the backdrop awash with glows of ethereal blue i have forgotten when i stopped rhyming with most of my words all of this that has happened, all that will happen might one day all disappear dandelion tufts drifting on the wind, wishes being made, lost, made again told, unfolded stories, secrets hiding behind a haloed heart of golden green i do not want to fizzle out of existence not now not ever, and i am so incredibly anxious this is all of the false hurt in the world trying to hide in something beautiful,
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