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we are a mirage of touches

and you? and i?

carbon bonds will not break;

diamond-gold on your finger

like captured starlight and

midnight promises.

reflections are fragile and false but strangely



whisper into the nighttime that you are my mirage.


((((Ok so there was just a line? In my head? So I had to write it down and I don't even know what it means.))))

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