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A star spasm of ecliptic delight held in my garb of comets, with wide eyes. Subtle breaths, faint as Aquarius' rise. Set free, another place, another time. I meld and melt with the milky way's turn, mold against a familiar nova's light. Your hold, like Atlas', hands about my waist Awaiting my landing, bright Sirius twinkles in your eyes and moonbeams glisten. Author's Note: Finis! |