izzy

the best is when you tell me we are all made of stars
all of us are made of bits of other things, we are all everything
it explains the supernova happening inside my ribcage

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sarah

Somewhere between Summer’s burbling starry-eyed earnestness
And Winter’s avalanching frosty stares and silent recriminations
Autumn has crept in with a party hat on, and is standing quietly
In the corner of the room, waiting to be announced

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