ephemerality

time was purely a four-letter concept with you you made hours alone discussing the universe and its secrets feel like fleeting minutes a year passed by in an ephemeral glance reality completely deliquesced with the touch of your lips and your love was marked as transitory ...but those eyes were infinite x.

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