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day seven: stars

to see the stars and 
exploding galaxies
and burning planets,
all the beautiful and 

painful destruction
we classify as space,
to see the worlds and 

maybe aliens, other
civilizations, or to find
places on planets for
us. a rocket ship could 

take me far away
to a place where it
doesn’t matter whether
or not your life is perfect
but no matter how far 

away a rocket ship could
take me, i wouldn’t 
go without you.
i wouldn’t take off 
without you.
i wouldn’t see the stars
without you

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