Seperated by state lines and borders, Timezones, and state of mindsthat mangle and untangle daily priorities. Yet under the bright moon of a clear night sky, and an upward tilt of the chin, We share the same stars.
Seperated by state lines and borders,
Timezones,
and state of minds
that mangle
and untangle daily priorities.
Yet under the bright moon
of a clear night sky,
and an upward tilt of the chin,
We share the same stars.
I change. I'm an inconsistent mush of atomic mass that has yet to become recognizable to myself-- and that's standing in front of a mirror.
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