44.1

I could lean against the moon and whisper past her ear with whisky breath and a soft caress. Or murmur poetry while twirling wine stems between fingers as the other hand reaches for hers. Could I burn just one more star to catch sight of just one more hair upon her head… I would do it. I would destroy that world willingly to light the sky for one more second to see her. And to hope she sees me too.

-OM

  

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