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August 2011.
It's the kind of hurt that only the stars can relate to.
You were my heart, my brain, and every emotion I could conjur into existence.
Every word that birthed a new thought and every thought that birthed a
craving for the foreverness you provided.
You were a pattern within yourself,
bathing in your own color and processes of life.
I made you a home within my heart and invited you to stay.
You told me stories of ourselves in later years,
worn and aged in time,
each significant event a wrinkle in our wisened faces.
Looking back, 365 days of relative thought lapsed into a single moment,
it's true.
Only the stars,
singularly paused in a universe of motion,
could have loved you with the intent of the words you'll never hear.
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