Notes
I am here with you. Always. My mind. My everything. The single beat of your breath in my hand. The trace of your steps in the shadow of my skin. Let me be the one who is leading you through the stormy clouds of our worlds. Great winds will hit us, waves will be our constanst warning to the world. Wings are made of paper. Paper always wins against rock.
It takes an ocean not to break.
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