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Eternity is one day separated from you.
Consider the way winter steals all things despite the
Love we shared. This broken heart syndrome, like
Ice fishing for salvation in a barren land.
Pleiades will always be my favorite color, bright blue
Stars like the eyes of a Son gazing back. Death is a moon
Eclipsing everything I once called home.
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