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She sighed and looked up at the stars
'I pity them.'
I smiled at her.
'Why would you pity something
of immortal beauty?'
'Immortal beauty... what's the use-'
she tugged at our tangled hands
'-of a wealth of beauty
and an empire of time
if you have no one to share it with?'
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Dedicated to everyone who has ever wondered when the One will come.
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Poetry"I let them bleed for me. I let the words dig up What the eyes can't see." A collection of small, personal poems. Copyright: ©Queenofquixotic Cover Design: @procrastinity
