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I love how we respond to each other silently with the music we listen to, hidden meaning written in descriptions, in words that we don't address to ourselves, but which are ours

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I terribly don't want nights to reach their end

I want to be closer, but I don't know if it's me or her that makes it impossible 
          two stars can't get too close,  it would cause them to explode and destruction each other, isn't that true?

Maybe I'll be able to scream one day 

I want to consume her thoughts ( I'm not going to do that, I know that's toxic, [not her thoughts I hope:( ]) 

another of the little ends of my world had its place

for the first time I honestly said what I felt 

it was a short story about love
          
          the previous was full of silent and strangeness 
          
          the first story took place on the run, between one meeting and another, between the twinkling of stars and the next dialogue

I'm scared of this