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my brother. (we swallow the sun)
we roar,
in the night,
in our dreams,
with pens,
and parched throats
we scream
hoping to awake
the sun.
we used to reach
for dandelions,
for plastic moons
on mobiles,
we did,
when we were young,
but now we’ve grown,
now we’re brave
brave enough
to reach for stars,
and everything,
everything,
everything beyond.
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dedicated to:
my brother (weswallowthesun)
i love you, i’m proud of you. for the man
you’ve become, and for the beauty that
pours from your heart.
happy birthday.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
