the sun had never received such amore in his million years of subsistence.
her soul yearns to take his place in the heavens. she lusts to be one with the s t a r s.
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Ephemeral
Poetry❝she was e p h e m e r a l for she would last but one other day.❞ *** 00:00 15/9/16 ©_screamer 2017
