I felt love twice, both times it died.
Once, it had to be put down.
Twice, it shriveled away.
What's the purpose if it can't last?
I want to reject that idea.
There has to be a deeper connection.
One that pushes boundaries
and takes us beyond the stars.
Then falling from the heavens
only to pick ourselves back up.
I refuse to let love die.
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