A Map Of The Stars
You hold a map
of the stars within
your pregnant palms
and I hope one day
you’ll guide me home
Because these nights —
these lonely nights
are all too dark
and suffocating
You hold a map
of the stars within
your pregnant palms
and I hope one day
you’ll guide me home
Because these nights —
these lonely nights
are all too dark
and suffocating
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