promises, promises. (atmospheric dopamine)

to whom it may concern:
i don’t want the moon.

if you’re going to launch yourself into space
and risk burning to death
trying to break free,

i’d rather you gather a bag of stardust for me
and bring it back so i can melt it down
and shoot it up,
pretending i know how to fly.

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