"El que quiere nacer, tiene que romper un mundo". Herman Hesse
This heart has felt the blood rush out against the force of gravity.
These eyes have gazed upon the softest meadows of fallen stars.
I collect sunsets in the palm of my hand.
you stomp out the moonlight every chance you get.
you're the good luck for my bad ideas.
I'm the covers on your bed.
you're my dreams when I can't sleep.
i''m the music your wind likes to play
and the warm liquid gold of your eyes faded into my deep forest pupils...
just a second before the universe collapsed
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