We vomit words every time we speak,
we cherish in your insides while we feast,
we just live like that.
Our eyes close, our lips try to speak,
but it's our own hands the ones that tell
what we most want to say.
We kiss under the sky,
the stars as witnesses that nothing more we did.
It was our hands behind our bodies,
that gave the tale-tell sign,
the movement that made us realize
that with every sigh that scaped from our lips with every moan,
was our life scaping from our bodies.
Our breath was shared with each other,
it was hard to tell,
which star was us and which one was the supernova.
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