the beginning

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I hope I arrive to my death,
late,
in love,
and a little drunk.

☆ ☆ ☆

Harry and Jasmine. H and Jazz.

You never saw one without the other.

Like two butterflies dancing around your garden.

Dripping in sunshine and sickly happiness.

The world at their fingertips.

Then a crash of lightning came.

And the clouds rolled in.

For just a feeling moment, their souls had a glimpse of eternity.

Before the waves came tumbling in.

And grief settled into their bones.

He told the stars about her.

And they shone back at him.

Maybe in another lifetime.

☆ ☆ ☆

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