Notes
whatever souls are made of, his and hers are the same. they love one another, but make not a bond of love. rather they were stars at the edges of their two galaxies, just about to collide, but passed by each other never touching, only feeling the stardust in each others wake. and forever hangs between the distance of their bare hands, aching with need. but, they are only clutching onto a never.
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