Reveal to me the breath of the night sky,
confetti of emotions—
I find myself picking each one and holding delicately
in my palm.
The poetry of your lips
reveal to me the rushed hours, the cloud of buildings
there is an indescribable silence that follows
long after the city pale, dark and cold is illuminated—
don’t tell me
the world at large is collapsing;
reveal to me the increasing gale of your obstinacy—
I am first light.
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“There is only what you want and what happens. There is only
grabbing on and holding tight in the darkness.” ― Lauren Oliver,
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