My Heart has been broken into so many pieces so many times by you We will never run out of shards to gather Even after the glaciers' melt disappears the sand of the beach we spilled it in
And when all the stars of all the galaxies have burnt out, gone nova and collapsed all matter in the universe to a singularity one micro-meter in diameter a shining will exist from a diffuse and scattered love in reflection of those innumerable and enduringly vajra-edged shards.
I wonder if then it can still be called mine or if these new stars will gather in constellations and if any remain to name them will they be named after heroes and kings as stars are now or will a memory of their origin remain to be named for their true purpose
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