exploded stars run through your veins
do not forget that you are bright cosmic dust,
a supernova,
harsh beauty in death
yours is the birthright of infinitude
— (l.g.)

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a mix for the children of constellations, exhaling pure light and cosmic dust, whose feelings ebb and flow with the tides pulled by the pale-light embrace of moons sitting in the heavens.

we are limitless and eternal, we will name the stars and call them home.

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