Every breath stirs the world when it's over and I'm still inside you the smallest breeze gentle and barely rippling across your exposed skin, life spilled into your trembling form. This is when we are so much more. If I'm the constant glow, the Northern Star over and over, you're the universe left anew after every collapse of beautiful violent celestial rainbows painting and forming in
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