quiet galaxies of me

may the sun at the bottom

keep you warm

just don't expect it

to turn

into gold

swim in the liquid stars

that my care provides

touch the space

within

single

beats

of a pulsating core

but don't get lost

too

deep

in the rings of Saturn

that

bind

me

intertwined

in

the

folds

of my soul

that took steps on Pluto

until Pluto was

no more

just a memory of a planet

that got whispered

in our

hearts

while the innocents

was still real

when battles

were not yet lost

I can orbit around the moon

but I still can't find

the way

to

my

own

sphere

.

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.

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