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charlie's song




i like your constellations

written on your body, warm chocolate stars

the smell of your hair when i come home

the back of your neck when you’re cooking


your clouds like a pillow

the oceans that calm and drive you

reaching for a planet

while the river runs wild below


i like your cat’s bed


you are nature’s child

earthquakes coming

from a spot on the left



this ring is as light as a feather

your stars are lights in the night

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