It is a pity you spend so much time studying its back when my hand is currently resting on your shoulder.
The iridescent scales along its spine seem to track the very rotation of the stars above us.
It is a pity you spend so much time studying its back when my hand is currently resting on your shoulder.
The iridescent scales along its spine seem to track the very rotation of the stars above us.
Your words strike a chord, yet I struggle to trust the sincerity of a hand that might vanish the moment I turn to look.
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Trust is a ghost story for the timid, so keep your eyes fixed on the static while I burn through the broadcast.
If my touch is but a ghost, why does your heart still race when I linger near?
I remember the way your face dissolved into static when I reached out, a fleeting ghost in a room that never really held us.