"I want to be a mystery to you,
untouchable,
a star all to myself
a galaxy away from your starved fingers."

// a mix for a girl whose kisses taste like cherries and whose glare cuts through you like a comet souring through the galaxy's edge; she walks through the city streets with ripped stockings and fur coats, never looking back to see gaping mouths of the curious, and the murmurs of "that girl is something else, entirely"

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