Wake up to hair spilled across the pillow,
smelling like cigarettes and raspberries.
You add up all the perfect moments in your life,
and try to number them one through ten,
but this is the girl who got in and won’t get out again.
It’s really all those light years messing with your head,
she’s one more star gone;
burnt out years ago,
but somehow the
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