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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