Brilliant stars flew across
the black blanket above us.
While the green blanket bellow
aimed to keep us warm.
I closed my eyes,
listened to the acoustics of the night
and grasped your hand firmly,
I knew there was no place
I'd rather be.
I imagined the stars were singing,
beaming, and bright.
in a high octave I could never reach
Then my body shifted
as
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