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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.
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