love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love.

it's strange that words are so inadequate
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wishing stars.
I stand on the back deck surrounded by ghosts like dirty oxygen. The night crunches as I move to inhale a friend. I look up at the constellations and trace Draco with my finger. He feels the same as always, but this time extends to the ocean.

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