Vite

There is rain in my hair and it doesn’t light on fire anymore. It’s limp and lifeless but still good enough to dance on. The embers are glowing with a warmth that doesn’t reach my hands. I felt all of your shoulders and your collarbones and dropped mine at your feet, for the pure happiness of being with you.
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