Galaxy
He doesn't need to tell me.
The words dance across his eyes,
thoughts blossoming in dark pools that
show me the sun, moon, and stars
we have both created for ourselves.
He tells me anyway,
and my heart grows.
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Hi! My name is Elizabeth Davenport, and I'm a college student who loves all things language, no matter what language it is! I'm probably reading, writing, or dancing in the rain right now. I'm a featured poet, Aura, on diesandnoctis.com (go check them out: they're great!), and use the names E.D., Elie Dav, and Elizabeth Davenport when posting my own.
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