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Feb 18
the stars whispered to me about you
they sent me magnificent geometries to share
with my lips against your skin
our light ripples out across galaxies and timelines
where we loved well
many times before
they tell me this, but I don't remember
I just reach blindly into the shrouded mystery
of my future, expecting to find your hand
and it is there
Written by
owls at dawn
30
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