theres a crack in her window.
lets in light like its leaking.
she pointed at her arm and said “this one was quiet”.
then laughed like it was a joke, like im supposed to laugh to.
i didnt.
i just stared at the moon.
its scarred too.
we just romanticize the damage when its far away.
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