Time is echoes and snapshots afterwards. In the fevered dark with a bare heart still drumming against my own, scared and almost unknowable, your heat thrumming everywhere, I think that nothing will ebb away. That we’ll emit this strange hallowed energy forever, that we can press tightly together until we see no true end or beginning to the other. And all that’s mysterious and sacred about

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