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we are all made      
from the stuff  
of stars      
fact.  
       
enough right there      
to paint something pretty      
   
but      
       
right now      
we are the stuff from stars      
inside bodies that bloom      
and rot      
     
rot, that seems to affect us
more than not      
       
your sickness appears      
to match my own, my dear      
let me draw a bath      
     
you need to bleed      
and I just need warmth      
       
let us hold hands      
and lash out at reason      
when the debt from dependence      
is due      
       
nestle my starstuff      
into your weakness      
       
and until we see sky      
worth shining in      
let us implode together      
   
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and call it love