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Dec 2018
My blood was made of stars
Someone ****** it dry
He filled it with ashes
I went numb, I couldn’t even cry.

But then I realized
Even ashes can make you rise
Like a roaring fire if you let it
Slowly secretly let the hope arise.

Just a touch of your hand and a trickle of your tear
Will make you fly like a soaring kite
‘Cause of all and everything,
Only love, only love is infinite.
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