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You made me want to mend myself with gold
shine
brighter
as if I could be a star —
your star
Breaks filled
by warm breath upon my chest
in just-born hours —
a birth of days
to fuel distant nights.
A past to build deep glances on,
wordless,
on time-touched faces,
in eyes young as first kisses,
still engaged
in dance.
For a time,
with you,
I did not fear the rush of endings.
I dreamed of our beginnings.
