eyes on you

my eyes on you behind the stars are breathing time,
intensifying the magic of our blue club composition,
scattered by the beauty of the memories, on wings
of the moon, at the apogee of a hypothetical world
full of passion, and the endlessness of lovely fantasy
where is no ceiling, or any other surface-level kind,
for I rooted you in me a bunch of times and got it all



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