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I always end up falling for people who love stargazing.

Maybe it’s because

I see the sky like a warning.

Maybe it’s because

at good times for stargazing

I am looking forward,

I run on burning concrete so I don’t feel numb.

Maybe it’s because

those stars are too bright to hear my voice

so I sneak it in between the voids

when I’m lying in your arms

looking up.

I always end up falling for stargazers.

Maybe it’s because

I’m always looking down,

afraid of slipping,

terrified of the gravity

that will catch me if I take a risk.