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Her eyes were made of stars, And yours, a black hole. Whenever she looks at you She sees her own death.
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC
Stars and Black Holes
Her eyes were made of stars, And yours, a black hole. Whenever she looks at you She sees her own death.
… November 28, 2015. 1:30am
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leah-anne
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC
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