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you watch him, while he stares in awe at you
like you could give him the universe with a smile
he looks away before you can hand him shattered stars
        he’ll suffocate himself on memories that feel like discarded dreams
        and you’ll swallow the bitterness of what could have been, and isn’t
                      he won’t remember you in the morning, burnt out suns never do

(poem by p.d)