As you spoke softly our limbs intertwined, on your lips I tasted him, then a piece - nay, a drop of your soul traveled down my heather-honey coated throat as I realized he is plain as water and you, you are lavender mint tea - similar in form, alike in nature, one in the same I fear not. In fact, he was another of light's wanna be lovers; only night is not nearly as endless as space - he can never satisfy a new born star just as you cannot push me far enough away that I will no longer shine on your brilliant raven wing stage.
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