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you and me baby, we hung the stars one night. it was insane, but so worth it. i remember it, cut like a blade, soft as skin on sweet saffrom silk. it was perfect. it was flawed. it didn't make sense, we didn't need to. ice fingers burning as light that slide along sinew and skin, leaving lovey burns from all over my back. so perfect. so pure. so flawed. i miss you. from a million miles away, trapped at the end of a five and half minute hall. because that's all the distance the house will let us have. you are poison and the antidote, a swift draconian death that flies down on wings as soft as silver, leaving clouds across the sky. sky the color of anti-light. the color of dark, dark enough to make the blind see, the sighted blind. walls like ash, walls like death that close in and suffocate then open like a great funnel.
but you and me babe, we hung the stars.
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You and me babe, we hung the stars.
It was so crazy, so perfect.
You cried. I pulled your hair.
But
You and me babe, we hung the stars.
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