Her thoughts
Created
Constellations
Of lost empires
And ancient kingdoms.
Every time
She talked of
Paper dreams,
Created
Constellations
Of lost empires
And ancient kingdoms.
Every time
She talked of
Paper dreams,
He could see her eyes
Shining like two
Separate galaxies,
Two black holes enough to
Devour everything.
She was a supernova
Of memories and pure passion
Ready to explode in
Colorful ash.
~A
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