Confessions
I've been making confessions to the Solar System
Every night to the moon, every day to the sun
I want to scoop the stars into a cup and sip the milky way through a straw and drink until my body is nebula and dust fills my lungs
to satisfy the thirst for my obliteration
to be in as many pieces as my heart
to be the galaxy that lights up your night sky
I just want to be something that you love
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