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Always in This Twilight
"A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind" -Florence + Machine, Cosmic Love It was a finer mess of things. A pleasant arrangement of chaos. A movement of stars through the contrails and slowly without a rough to form their chronic constellations. And it caught my attention. How do they align themselves when they are light years away from each other? Who guides them in the midst of darkness in the cosmic space? Who decides when they should align and when not to? Does it hurt every time they fall? And in the first place, why do they shoot themselves from the sky when there is no one to catch them beneath? I was once someone who dared to defy the gravity. Falling into something and expecting to rise. Loved someone the way astronomers love the s...
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