20 Stars
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Complete Mon, Jul 11, 2016<5 mins
She watched the stars.
He took her hand.
He let go.
She fell.
A star faded.
A piece of poetry in twenty short chapters.
English translation of "20 Sterne"
Inspired by "Made of Stars"
Motivated by @Aquarmarienblau
Cover by @Sonnentaenzerin
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