by booklover

and this is how life should be spent,
talking about magic until late at night and
making wishes on the clocks
and writing stories.

when the world ends,
I want someone to think
just for a second
while the earthquakes crumble
and the skies collapse
that I lived in a dance
and I danced on rooftops
and major chords
and slow slow minor chords in a
broken piano
and I danced late at night
when the clocks broke
and the stars were wild through the ceiling.


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