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an act of romantic consecration, for a moment my soul leaves and brushes against the heavens. a kiss, a weapon of love, the star besides the moon, a declaration, the start of something wonderful. your many warm breaths fill my lungs and a fire begins, not to be snuffed out abruptly even by the strongest winds. i never stopped wanting to kiss you, your absence has me doing it in my dreams instead.
