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We only have room for overwhelming, suffocating, pure warmth—
None for your violent air, your malicious breath.
The price you pay for comfort.
"Fear not, there is no danger here,"
A blessed angel fucking screeches into my cranium.
If only we had more time.
Time before all the things that happen to the world's something-elses found us.
I always knew I could stay under these covers forever.
I always knew our sounds would echo forever.