this is how we speak.
eyes reflecting stars
we found at night
while clinging to
the moon
when we felt weak.

words always
wash away with
the tide we can't control;
but in escaping dreams
our make-believe footprints
remain engraved.

this is how we speak.
we navigate hollow hearts
and shallow souls,
an empty universe
stretched out by void minds;
and we paint comets to fill the holes.

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