Everyone that terrifies you is
Sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of
Stardust,
And I know sometimes
You cannot even breathe deeply, and
The night sky is no home, and
You have cried yourself to sleep
Enough times that you are down to your
Last two percent, but
Nothing is infinite,
Not even loss.
And you are made of the sea and the stars,
And
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