there are stars and galaxies and diamonds falling apart in my dreams,
i dream of your eyes as they look at mine,
there are stars and galaxies and diamonds falling apart in your eyes,
words and imagery and wishes and inspiration kept in a shoebox,
of old, yellowing envelopes and scented violet napkins,
drip, dripping, dropping out through the corners of thirsty sahara eyes,
waterfalls from my pillow to make an ocean underneath my bed,
to match your eyes.
I think you are a beautiful writer and need some therapy.
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