• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 12
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She was the stars she was.
Blue, she was, and blue.
She danced and sang.
One day she looked down at me
All the way
through a single dark space
the depth of a soul.
186,000 miles.

I got butterflies.
My mountains swirled.
She smirked:
"I eat rocks like you for breakfast."