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Oct 2016
8 months later and we're  in the middle of October.
Trees shed leaves,
Halloween can be heard cackling a few weeks off.
Soon, you and I will be a young Leia and Han,
brought together across galaxies
to fall in love, to combat the reality
of a silent, frigid, deep space.
Is it too hasty to say 8 months will turn into 8 light years?
That your gravity will always pull me closer to your core?
That each month, week, day
has me wanting more?
I think not.
I think ours is intergalactic,
transdimensional, spanning space and time.
That in all other off shoots of our reality,
I end up as yours,
and you and up as mine.
Daniel Magner 2016
Daniel Magner
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