Before the stars had names to say,
Before the dawn had kissed the day,
There lived two souls the skies adored—
Butch and Monica, love restored.
He was fire—fierce, untamed,
A storm with passion, never blamed.
She was dusk—soft, wise, and wild,
A goddess born, eternity’s child.
Together, they shaped the breath of time,
In silence deeper than any rhyme.
But jealous fate tore them...
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