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I love you, like a dying star loves the sky,
and maybe, only when the world is on fire,
would i ever stop — or perhaps,
even then, i would find you pretty,
dancing in between the raging flames.

For you, I bleed words which takes the form of a dozens of poems and pieces, filling up all the bank pages of my diaries. And my cupboard is filled with letters, that will never reach it's destination, letters that will never be held by your tender fingers. I'm but a shooting star that would soon leave your vast sky, and I wish upon my devastation, that your blue may never turn gray.

You are my sanctuary, my religion, my god; you're everything that belongs to everyone else, you're the one thing that can't solely be for this barely beating heart.

A plethora of letters, containing secrets...