Flying Forever

Last night, lost in the future, we crossed paths,
our palms pressed tightly together as the world went awry.
This is my heaven,
head first into the hollow heart that is slowly becoming full,
watching it flourish and fly.

The dull knife of your kiss, so soft, so gentle.

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