I look at the sky and the dust that separates us from the stars that will be my home. I breathe in the night air, the ro — Corinne Duyvis, On the Edge of Gone

I look at the sky and the dust that separates us from the stars that will be my home. I breathe in the night air, the ro — Corinne Duyvis, On the Edge of Gone

I look at the sky and the dust that separates us from the stars that will be my home. I breathe in the night air, the ro — Corinne Duyvis, On the Edge of Gone

I look at the sky and the dust that separates us from the stars that will be my home. I breathe in the night air, the ro — Corinne Duyvis, On the Edge of Gone

I look at the sky and the dust that separates us from the stars that will be my home. I breathe in the night air, the ro — Corinne Duyvis, On the Edge of Gone

I look at the sky and the dust that separates us from the stars that will be my home. I breathe in the night air, the rotten night air, and I miss, I miss, I miss.

— Corinne Duyvis, On the Edge of Gone

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