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By Jane Nguyen

The incandescence of the stars

of galaxies upon galaxies

could not compare to the radiance of her.

Her light could reach

the darkest depths of despair,

the fragility of life,

touching its edges

and reviving it anew.

For him,

to taste the sweetness of spring,

and the passion of summer upon her lips

was what it meant to be alive.


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