the stars used to loom over
our love
smiling down at our
interlocking hands
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the end of the summer
will be the death of us
I once said
as we walked
down the dark
starlit path
was this love?
or something far less
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the stars used to loom over
our love
and if they could
they would
but that was years ago
--Nisaya Slota
