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perhaps it is the way we breathe,
or the way magic runs through our fingers ―
whichever it is, our magnificence is as blinding,
as if we were pieces of the sun.[ or, the one where i revel in being human. ]
⌑ ⌑ ⌑
⌑ ⌑ ⌑
perhaps it is the way we breathe,
or the way magic runs through our fingers ―
whichever it is, our magnificence is as blinding,
as if we were pieces of the sun.[ or, the one where i revel in being human. ]
⌑ ⌑ ⌑