The sun and the moon die for each other a billion times over and I find myself wondering whether it is because they love each other so, or because it is easier to continue to die for a fading love than admit they no longer look at each other as if God could not compare. For the passion ignited at the gaze of star crossed lovers always falls when they are no longer separated by a galaxy.
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A/N: these days I hate all my writing
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Poesía[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
