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i made moons out of old rosaries
and universes out of empty sketch books
there’s a half crescent missing inside me
this sleeping alone makes passes the days
so slowly
i have all this burning love swelling in me
like explosions of nebulas
lacerating my arteries
and i don’t want sweet talk
or books or sleep
i want a heatwave beside me
another pulse beside my ear
i want to soak into somebody
so the voice inside my head
becomes impossible to hear

~Leo
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