lately all i see are spaceships and shooting stars.
i feel positively mystical and free.
i never felt so wicked
as when i willed our love to die
and i was your silver lining
as the story goes.
i was your silver lining
but now i’m gold.
good luck wanderer.
i wish you nothing but love, joy, smooth roads, and a warm bed each night.
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