We were stars and then
we were supernovas.
Exploding a billion-billion
lightyears away, forging the
fabric of our
eyelashes, veins.
Sometimes I think that
you and I must’ve come
from the same star.
I feel it in the way you
hold my hand. They
fit just perfectly, as though
recognizing one another as a
long lost whole
spanning
lightyears and
lightyears of
empty space.
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