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Eurus Nov 2018
You smell like cigarettes and Paris,
Feel like midnight sweet stories.
A sunset without fears or worries.
But above all,
There’s your mixed up soul.
An entire galaxy where
Stars are collapsing
And planets colliding.
Obliging me to remember everything.
You presence,
Your absence,
Your actions.
In the memory of an old dying love

— The End —