Our love began in the dead of winter,
outside twelve degrees, trees bare, ground asleep.
On the longest and darkest night of the year,
bursting forth blue and burning like a young star just born out of a callismal occurance.
Most star systems have companions,you know.
Solitary stars like our sun are rare,
an island in space quarantined by light years.
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