When the day finally cracks open, who is by your side? The first song of a sorrowful bird. The skeleton stitch of a spider’s web. The fresh blood that drips from a kiss-bitten lip. Or are you alone? The light breath under the wing of a dragonfly. The forgotten baby tooth under the bed. The drop of rain that never knows the touch of a soft petal of a sunflower. All I think of is you. And how small that makes me feel... But what else can I do? If I were a loud shadow, the world would spin the opposite direction, and fates would be written for the stars above. If only.
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