Maybe there's a weight on the way the stars wait for the light of day and the way light moves.
I'm tired of the constellations and fights for euthanasia.
Do they repress you? That's the way love moves.
I'm tired of the constellations and stars mean every solution for the way I feel.
Men weren't meant for Mars.
Oceans pale that fill my eyes (heart), filling out a space in time.
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