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  • You taught me more about myself in one conversation than I've learned since moving to LA.

    I want to share everything I can with you.

    We love what we wish we were.


    But I think there's something wrong with me.

    I want to love myself but I don't know how to.

    So I search for someone who reminds me of me and try to love them instead.

    And it always goes wrong.

    But I write what I love and I love what you write.

    Write it into a song

    3 whole weeks in Gibraltar
    kneeling at altars adorned by the stars

    three-fourths turn of the moon, round,
    spellbound by the stars we will never become

    space for space
    we are not astronauts
    but we're stars burning bright in our sky
    space for space
    we are not cosmonauts
    open mouths
    tongue to tongue
    I to I

    with both bar and measure
    deriving of pleasure
    as he comprehends

    the poet
    adrift in his leisure
    without bar to measure
    the hearts he amends

    <3 the child
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