//Kiss the mouth which tells you, here, here is the world. This mouth. This laughter. These temple bones.//

//'you've never seen paris moony?' and of course he hadn't, he's still not sure he's really seeing it even as the eiffel tower looms over the city lights. he sees sirius leaning close over a candlelit table in a crowded bar, he sees held hands and sweet pastries shared under strings of lights, he sees kisses that he'll never tell a soul about, because they belong to him alone.//

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