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“From which stars have we fallen to meet each other here?” Friedrich Nietzsche
Later Your eyes drank in all my uncertain words, which were in danger of falling as ash. You caught each fragile vow, none of the starlight was lost. In the cup of your dreams you held a draught of love - Which became sleepless joy, a beautifully cursed anticipation. At first we painted by numbers, later we spoke silently with desire. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Thank you very much indeed.