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Monday, September 5, 2011 7:49 AM
thinking, cant stop thinking.
think of you, this, that, that life, that day.
that dream was mine.
you shone so bright, not like any star would.
as apparent as white chalk on a blackboard.
nothing could compete with you,
burning so brightly, so beautifully,
in my eyes you were more than a star.
but like all stars, you died.
the gas was gone,
no pull between us.
the atmosphere was dry,
i began to choke.
my world was crumbling and ending,
yours was just beginning.
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