They say our fate is written in stars, palm lines
I write again and again to wipe those designs
When I held you in my arms, did our lines meet
And did stars bend down to kiss our angels' feet?
Breath, blood, bruises waited at the door
Desire unrobed ageless thirst once more
Hands crushed each other's secret rage
But life smiled and turned a new page
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