The stars! Oh, the stars tells me of you,
One felt lonely like the twin stars did.
Shining brightly, burning light of sad hue,
Pollux was my name and I was longing for you.
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Tell Me I'm Not Crazy
PoetryTo the one who made me tingle my skin with such excitement, who made me feel like a rocket in the sky trying to reach it to my limits, who made me experience summer in winter, who made my mind wander the night sky and find its way back to you. To th...
