He Looks In the Telescope
Her face is like the midnight sky.
The whites of her eyes are half moons,
and the stars escape when she cries.
I hope she doesn''t anytime soon,
but I've tagged her with graffiti constellations,
my mark all over her face.
I think I can see Leo in her black eye,
her smile's all over the place.
Oh, no, a shooting star.
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