A Star Wars Kind of Love
The Dying Kind
I hate you. You're evil.
Your wrath turns Palpatine feeble.
An army of Sith couldn't hurt me like this.
You make me feel hideous. Deceived me like Sidious.
Then you pull a 180 and turn around just in time to save me.
You drive me crazy! I want to have your baby.
A little Rey Palpatine with powers this world has never seen.
A balance between Light and Dark.
Your energy pulls on my heart.
You walk the skies inside my mind.
The clouds are shapes of you and I.
In all the galaxies combined
There is no star that shines
As brilliantly as when it dies.
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