only seabirds fall in love | poetry series (1)

 

“he’s stars and there's star dust dropping everywhere, she only takes photos of the sun, enchanted by the traffic lights in a city as well. bright tints everywhere, cars blocking them every few seconds, 

everything’s always misty, foggy, unclear, the droplets don’t make any difference, usually, except with skin on skin, fractured sunrise through the window. today we ignore the sunset

all we need is the stars and the stardust”

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