It's just that she is so– she is so alive, bursting like a summer flower, a lily blooming in dark waters, and it makes his lungs burn. He feels starved for air when there is little need for it anymore, when his chest only fills for old times' sake, a remnant of a life from long ago. When the sun and the moon mattered more than as a measurement of your time–endless now. Acoustic strums meet stringed hums, voices clear as bells ringing through, only bleeding electronic to complement them.

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