lemon-silver nightswe fly through the night, clasping at shangri-la, breathless but breathing life, hands reaching and fingers twisting. holding tight.don't let go of me or i'll fall, i swear to you i'll fall.tumbling and blinking atstars and galaxies that open before widened eyes, veins buzzing with light and fevered hope andwhat we know to be truth.we are insignificance and freckled skin and dirt-under-fingernails but tonight, we have become ethereal. tonight, we are something more, and there are sparksflying from your fingers and landing in my hair, setting me alight, setting me on fire.internal warmth bleeds into the win
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