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we are starry-eyed dreamers caught in the silvery web of a fever-dream

“stars are the poetry of the heaven,”

she breathed into my ear

molten magic flowing from her lips

And led me through a vast cosmos

dancing to the tune of time

our footsteps leaving trails of stars

sprinkled across an inky canopy of velvet

Her fingers interlaced between mine,

spilling moonlight

Staining silver on my hands

we moved from day to night

As she pulled me closer to her

Stars tumbling from her sweet silken kisses

And

i fell

Plummeting down to the earth

Burning constellations in the darkness

The golden ash of stars

Kissing my closed eyelids

And through my tangled eyelashes

I saw asterisms

ce n’était qu’un rêve———

It was all a dream

no, her honey-dusted lips whispered into my ear

It was all a lie.

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