Stardust Echo

Tune in, turn it loud.
Echos scream through
every empty room. Silence.
The broken things we've become.

A feeling like looking into space,
starry landscapes & realizing.
Everything is burning,
& only a memory.

Love like Deja Vu.
Lucid. Turn it down,
Before the neighbors
turn us in, again.

Sunrise arrives with
thoughts of when
your body was brushed,

through rigid blinds & black
fucked up curtains, stained
from strife & stardust.

All the nights we fell into each other
until the constellations could find
their way back to us.

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