The door is held open by the crack of light beneath it. It's held wide, held tight. The way I carried you. I'll catch you. My heart held by hands with wings. Towards warmth I meet you along the coastline. With the wind at our backs, we yield the horizon under our feet. Open wounds cry in grievance, a thirst for the light to flood them. To heal them.
In savage, rabid tears we'll meet love with crushing force. Raw, unaltered.
We'll penetrate the sky with our fingertips.
Our epilogue doesn't stop here.
Our story will make history.
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