moments (counted in infinity) make our growth

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there is gold painting your shattered veins

because even in the darkest of nights stars still linger

expanding in your bloodstream

filling you to the brim

with light so fragile, so tender

mmm... until it slowly ( yes, so slowly ) till it reaches the sides

of your contrasting soul

it’s in your cells, child

inhale it

( you know you’re home )

swallow those stars, threat them in rhythm

devour it like a low humming ( it melts, it’s sticky )

so warm, that it drips in sunsets

it reaches your skin . bronze freckles counted in your heartbeats

silver in moonlit longings

and gold orbs on the edge of the sun

how can you resist it ( feel the calm ) baby, embrace it

a long forgotten memory

of warm skin tasting of light and honey

blooming in your mind

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