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the song of achilles by madeline miller
the trail of happiness tingling in our sense
the tenderness of a soft touch, afraid that we might break (we already broken)
a voice just as mellifluous as the siren's sing echoes in the infinite space we stood
salt water from the corner of your eyes became pretty in one with the darkness
i place my lips, a little bit too much for a kiss
“the worries shall be gone, the longing shall be paid done.”
it is only you and i.
it is only us. it is only us.