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i watch the sky split in two, the purple light tearing it apart in a single moment,

and i think of you.

the ground quivers beneath me like a woman in love,

and i think of you.

clouds twist into the coldest and most comforting shapes, filling my eyes with unsung words,

and i think of you.

all the moments i sit in my room in the cold,

my bones crave you.

-is this a storm
or a headache?

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