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Hate

My for you burns as brightly now As my love used to

Though, my love dies a slow death Buried in a shallow grave My earth shaken by its every stolen breath, My orbit slowing with each failing heartbeat

But my hate burns brighter still A singular flame, yes, but Pure. Right

Though, my love…well My love refuses to yield My love refuses to go quietly It whispers to me not one, Not twice, But thrice nightly, Of your face, Of your subtle grace It remembers your taste And repeats those words that were, At the end

In haste


Us

In the future, we die But now we burn like the sun A binary star We circle each other Feed off each other Burning each other out And lighting up a whole galaxy as we do Raining light and life onto dead rock That blossoms into life as we pass by

And we don’t care We don’t notice We are, now All that we need Each other’s universe Each other’s moment the now the unbroken spell Until the clock ticks on and the world turns Until the universe blinks

We are Us