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our souls
were too
in sync
to be called
a mere
coincidence
And suddenly
the cosmos
appeared in his eyes
and I was just a star
I saw a glimpse
of what our
heaven could be
just
like wildflowers
blooming in the
setting sun

I cannot
control
how I choose to
grow
Because that’s
what happens
when you
love hard

you fear
just as much
to.
We were lost under
an athenian skyline
and for the first time
in forever
I didn’t want to be found.
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