exhaling silent breaths like stardust
which scatter through the darkness as shimmering lights
constellations fall from your mouth
as you speak the language of the stars
you are built of swirling clouds and comets
your hollow bones filled with the sun
you are a continuously growing universe
and that sort of perfection is endless
Saturday, April 17, 2010
4-17-10
Posted by ImaRobotGirl at 6:47 PM
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