Under the broken stars I breathe in one more burst of light. Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies, hurling shards
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maybe i make up colors for poetic cadence, but i don't think i can ever love someone who doesn't understand that teal is a different color than dark cyan
Under the broken stars I breathe in one more burst of light. Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies, hurling shards from across the night.
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maybe i make up colors for poetic cadence, but i don't think i can ever love someone who doesn't understand that teal is a different color than dark cyan
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