She didn't care about
yesterday or tomor-
row, or the day after
tomorrow, or even
a week from now. All she
cared about was that he
was beside her, and their
faces were close toge-
ther, and his hair brushed her
cheeks. They sat so close that
their knees were bumping and
she could feel his breath on
her neck and his nose gra-
zing her skin, and she had
never felt so alive.
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PoesiaThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
