with bones on fire and eyes like haze i'll remember you, Giza in my stomach's pit and your calligraphy present beneath blacklight, forever- i've husked to be your Tut's tomb. you'll remember how you taunted cumulus clouds to the edge of the earth and, on your three-hundred, sixty-fifth day of sunlight, never forget to miss how it cleansed your throat when you inahled. i'll always remember the places i marked you mine with torment, you'll only ever remember when you go to the river and it's low. nostalgia will be the bookkeeper for every dew-drop and sink-trip, the perfect imprints of my thumbs on your chrome; i hope you live a life of love, haunted by every path and groove and maze of the dunes in your dreams, and know i'll be buckling someone else's boots for our hike through fog and rain and it took me forever to stop wishing it was you.
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Based on a love story between a Greek Demi-God and a comet (a star-gone-rogue that Apollo made for him).
I don't know the ending yet but I hope it's beautiful for the Demi-God. The comet needs to get it together, before the Demi-God's best friend gets her father's bow.