And every breath.
Each part of you rips me open, constantly forcing rearranging;
Blossoming into something I hadn't known.
I am still myself, but with ghosts of you.
Hints here and there of,
Pushing and pulling between two worlds.
Evolving.
When you're inside me,
Taking me places God couldn't create.
Together, everything is just at our fingertips.
Yours, which comfort and destroy- level and construct.
Here we've been, thousands of years, and intertwined, for the rest of eternity.
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