love at the edge of the world
you taste of figs and starlight, and the world is torn beneath our feet—can you feel it? the twist and turn of tides as it pulls our bodies closer, the waves are crashing in time with our heartbeats and this—this is what the gods are envious of. limbs, tangled, chaos in motion. I will forget my own name but never yours. not even when life and memory leave me, because your fingers have etched rivers in my soul and your eyes will haunt me like the dead wish they could haunt the living.
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