cold ground illuminated by the stars,
here and there and everywhere.
you can see them too,
twinkling and shining.
youre so very far away,
but in common, we have the sky.
talking on the phone,
about love or life,
or trying to find constellations.
i love the sound of your voice,
even if its through the phone,
and since you see what i see,
maybe i can pretend that right now,
im not alone.
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