i put my hand over your heart and felt the braille of a story.
dive into irrelevance and let me map out your secrets.
we can't pretend we know what we're doing.
i know about emotion and i know about love but i also know
i'd rather feel nothing but contentment than your pain and suffering.
our hearts are tied together now and braided with love.
lets look at the world around us and cut all the wrongly-attached heart strings.
i like to think that the sky is a ceiling about our heads, painted with stars.
but only on nights when we are appreciative enough to look.
lets listen to the night sky whisper to the moon-
gossiping about how the day sky lacks a sea of jewels.
stars are here just long enough to shine the way.
lets pretend to fall asleep on the roof of your heart
and pretend we're actually relevant to the rest of forever.
and secretly know
we are.
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