level but not level headed
rocking the rocker on its heels, and maybe a little bit off the groud
eyes like diamonds, yet more mysterious and past
dance moves that steal the moons gaze for her pown personal spotlight
a dance all her onw, not yet pattened
(he hates his life, how)
[how can it be]
{fair ainrt got nothign to di with it, maybe luck but prob not}
well we are back
hips that sway adn a voice that cracks glass
like stars falling in the midnight air
it all hangs still around you
gravity being me in to you
till our atmosperes collide into a supernova
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