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He believes in those stars
She only sees them
And thus goes
This overlong
Battle
He knows that one can
Go on through forever
Wanting and looking
But never
Possessing
He doesn't want her possession
Her wants this touch
Familiar and knowing
Passionately Giving
Heartfelt
What she sees in stars
Is not the beauty.
She lives on
This Never
Permanently
She sees a baby, kept
In orbital limbo, never
Learning, growing, becoming
This isn't
Sharing
Something is telling him to
Pack it all back
Inside of his
Heart. It's
Over
But when he looks up;
He cannot help it
Those Stars; His
Stars Are
Purple.
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