Sometimes, I still gaze upon the stars and enter that momentary bliss
That leaves me gasping for one last enchanting breath.
I am stained with rigidity,
The inability to get away
From your star-stuck eyes.
The urbanity in your ways is almost tantalizing,
And I strain to understand your constant change of views.
We are guaranteed damnation,
Unless of course,
We reenact the beauty hidden between two stars.

 
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