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today i heard you in the most hauntingly beautiful song. just as if you had stretched across the divide and let your forehead rest against my temple. i heard you like you were whispering softly in my ear. your breath moved across the skin of my neck and it made me shiver.

oh, so now here it is. to come out of me like it had never stopped, i'm spinning around and drawing myself in from the world. and you're coming too, like dust motes that you can only see swirling in white rays of sun. they never move quickly, but they are everywhere and nowhere all at once. they do sparkle in the sun of musty rooms. rooms which, then again, aren't really musty at all.