You are the sun—you are my only source of light and warmth. When your star dies out, I imagine the explosion will be enough to end the world. After all, I am still blinded every time I look into your eyes.
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PoetryThis 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...
