its the collapsing stars that steals our breath its the thirteen ways we know a soul to bleed its the streaks of pride stained with the white of ghosts. with all our senses it will never make sense... but the universe is deeper than which we knew and with blood lines drawn we can trace our souls to our fire streak the skies with our passion stars, spirit, and pride we are bound by our sense to believe in our senses...
Reason for writing:
Disturbing the ways of life of many should allows the chance to remember the precious nature of how we live.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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