Souls bound by infinite coincidences.
Romance
You taste of the sea, of clocks, dark nights, of everything that is soothing and prohibited. Of dawn in the eyes, falling snow and destiny.
Dreams, the veins of the universe.
Poetry
Tongues paired in the forest.
It is the taste of cut steps, bloody fingerprints. Of healed books, smiles on fresh tulips. Of longing and sweet fatigue.
Indigo sky, because the heart is also a sunset.
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