Two stars fall,
not to collide,
but to bend
the space between them.
A touch sparks,
ignites a heat
that brightens
the night sky.
They burn,
skin to flame,
suspended
in a space
they cannot cross,
each wave
a pull
that leaves them
pulsating.
Nothing remains
but a delicate glow
of light,
fading
into the dark
like the last wisp
of their existence,
too intense
to last.
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