Bloody stars

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I look at the stars once more,

and I’m shaken to my very core.

Because every star is painted red,

and I’m filled with endless dread.

And at that moment in space and time,

I tell myself it can’t be mine.

Mine, the heart that bleed so much,

And you aren’t there with gentle touch.

And one more time,

Just like this rhyme,

I say.

“I miss you”

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