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this range of thoughts - rage of thoughts - rearranged - but at least the sun returned. i offered my body up and let the light have its way with me. or the other way around. i took it in.
i breathed fire.
it had to be this intense for my cells were sun-deprived.
but this doesnt count for all things, as when my lips were kiss-deprived and yours touched mine, you still complained about me being too reserved. which in turn made me laugh and understand you were never to be mine. to hold. to keep close. stare at the flames with. none of that.
i am but one. and for only one.
two. you. gone. but dreams, new paths, new endings, the strangest of synchronicities. are we all here just to give each other hints. sacred messengers with knotted tongues. sharing through projection whatever we can afford to see in order not to lose this grip on reality.
but i know not of we
my hands let go lives ago
remember, this house of the moon
this test of truth
this most beautiful song, you sang to me in whispers, as we awoke.
i breathed fire.
it had to be this intense for my cells were sun-deprived.
but this doesnt count for all things, as when my lips were kiss-deprived and yours touched mine, you still complained about me being too reserved. which in turn made me laugh and understand you were never to be mine. to hold. to keep close. stare at the flames with. none of that.
i am but one. and for only one.
two. you. gone. but dreams, new paths, new endings, the strangest of synchronicities. are we all here just to give each other hints. sacred messengers with knotted tongues. sharing through projection whatever we can afford to see in order not to lose this grip on reality.
but i know not of we
my hands let go lives ago
remember, this house of the moon
this test of truth
this most beautiful song, you sang to me in whispers, as we awoke.