your freckled jaw

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i've got stardust
coarsing through my veins,
pumping my heart
one hundred and fifty beats per minute,
filling my lungs to the brim,
and sucking the droning out of living itself.

i've got gold,
staining my cheeks
and scattering through my fingertips,
mimicking stars in constellations,
spreading flecks throughout your soul,
crying rivers of yellowish hues
into purpley blues.

i've got fire,
blazing through my spirits
and setting my fiery eyes alight -
enough to start a spark
to last a burning inferno for centuries -
a story told copious amount of times,
that you begin to believe
that the bits of heat
you feel igniting in your heart,
wasn't from the way
your girlfriend kissed you last night,
but from the imprint my fingertips made,
across your freckled jaw.

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