To turn fractures whole and heal the wounds of her heart with the leftover fractions of my own until the stars in my own orbs become a mirror of hers?
I think they call such a story⦠Fate.
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To turn fractures whole and heal the wounds of her heart with the leftover fractions of my own until the stars in my own orbs become a mirror of hers?
I think they call such a story⦠Fate.
Were there galaxies in her eyes? Or the flitting fragments of the many foundations that failed her heart throughout time?
Am I who she longs for, to turn jagged stones into brick once more?
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