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Do you not feel the birth of a star at the touch of our fingertips.
Your lips caress my skin, turning the blood coursing through my veins into stardust; stardust that cannot be tamed, for all it knows is chaos.
My love, I ache for you to tame the stardust in me.
Make me yours.
If flowers ever grow on my grave. Could I trust you to water them? Would you keep them alive like you failed to keep me breathing. No I am not sad I wanna live in a body that can at least make you smile.
Water my grave when flowers grow
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