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crushed teenager

There’s so many little galaxies in my stomach colliding so I can’t sleep 

Or I’ll miss all these celestial epochs

Stars enter through my ears in this warm, turning air and the room of a teenage girl becomes a nursery of a premature epic explosion

That may shatter her own life or leave her forever ashamed

Or more heavenly than ever before

By the light of the moon,

That’s what scares her most

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