His mind was fragile yet as beautiful as a world.
The stars and moon may have been bright, but his eyes were like gems.
She would tell her secrets to the stars and when he smiled with his nebula eyes;
It was as if he knew every spoken word that had ever left her lips.
Only when his mind opened up to a poetic form of song.
It was told that even the stars had to fall sometimes.
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