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A Thousand Years


your eyes are the solar system, shining like a thousand suns flecked with moonbeams. your hair, long cascading waves, the color of a million grains of sand spilling over the delicate boulders that are your shoulders. your body, the riverbed scarred and worn by the waters of life but always beautiful, flowing, mesmerizing. your teeth are tiny mountains. your laugh is the sound of the ocean, drawing me deeper. your legs are the trunks of the redwood trees. why don't you grow roots? you are as old as the glaciers and as cold as them too. a thousand years it takes to melt you, to touch you. you are the universe, i knew you before i came into this world, i felt you before we touched. you will stay with me forever. you are the warm wind on a summer's day, tickling my neck, i breathe you in. i taste you in the rain. i feel your strength in thunderstorms. i feel your gentle caress that makes me long for you in the quiet, glittering snowflakes that land in my hair and stick to my cheeks. your love is a black hole, pulling me into your abyss, inescapable. i can never break free. i am bound by it, trapped, crushed by it.
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