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Jan 2019
his eyes held the stars;
they shined like
starlight was
contained in those eyes.
when he cried,
it was like a galaxy
running down his cheeks;
and when he smiled,
his starry eyes turned
into crescent moons that
could light up her world
- and he was her constellation

but eventually,
all stars burn out,
don't they?
he was no longer hers, and never hers in the first place; he belonged to the night sky, where he could genuinely shine.
xin
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xin
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