Her.

by Gela

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The Stars glittered in her eyes that shattered my heart into a million pieces of the Galaxy.

Every whisper of breath she blew on my burning scars cooled my closed fire.

How can I exist without her? I can’t.

How can I live with her? I’ll die.
I’ll live with death if it means to die with life.
If it means you.. you.

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