I'm not reaching
for the stars
I know their story
in all its glory
resides here
within
I know that when
something shifts
in me
it shifts in you
our footsteps
are at one with
the mirror we
dance upon
an eight legged
arachnid can't
keep up with us
and it's enough
to know we
have already won
to feast in revelry
to have drunk and ate
our fill of each other
only to find there's
never enough
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