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Wanderlust

I think I'll go out and practice
breathing in her presence tonight.
Making eyes at constellations, well, her
eyes are just... just everywhere. And my
head spins in these verdant fields,
emerald shards bend and sway to the
will of the wind. Disorient me, give me
lust for wandering, lust for "look, but
don't touch."
Cannot touch. Years measured in
luminous waves keep me breathing...
spinning... here in these fields, wandering...
wondering what it's like to touch a star.
Written by GraveyardBard (Mr. Addams)
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