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Feb 2015
She is the sun which brings out the flowers.
I'm the black hole which light I devour.
So similar yet so different.
You, the creator of happiness and smiles.
Me, that destroys everything within miles.
You're the creator of planets and I the destroyer.
The gaps in the universe act as a border.
Never destined to meet.
For if we do cross paths your light would deplete.
So stay away my little sun, we were never meant to be.
I don't want you to become like me.
A dead star that use to shine like the sun.
But alas,
Our journey has ended before its begun.
Timothy Lee
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Timothy Lee  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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