16.1.13
the arms of comfort are binding you
Starchild
You're an egg waiting to hatch. Lit ablaze at the strike of my match, born again when I've taken you apart, shown you reality and given you a place to start. You are nothing new, you are the tears of a galaxy, you are everything inside of me. You are where I want to be.
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