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LXXXIII. i wanna go where the constellations go
Would you share with me your imagery?
at last, a one-liner
this reminds me of the original draft of fifteen (XV), where a body lazed through the sky and dragged its hand through the parting constellations of stars, yet this one has long since evolved from the original. i want to walk across the dam grass and clumped dirt at 2 am while the moon casts over watching me, and i'll just keep walking, forever at 2 am on a night in early april, i'd just like to keep walking.