the time has come. this news reached itself out to me; like a star that has fallen in love with a girl from his patch of universe many miles away. the secret stands on his tiptoes in a box of blue atmosphere; the moon in all his antiquity had never known such a tale. the secret reaches his silver arms earth-bound and tries to bridge the spaces in communication with flourescent rain; a monsoon language the night sky wrote in dictionaries many moons ago.
i become the girl who is loved from within a lonesome constellation; that secret is its own chinese whisper.
we will never know the extent to which we have misunderstood.
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