unspoken happiness lines my lips
as she quips that one needs wit to keep up with me
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there were moments in the glacial cold when i would glance briefly at your hands, shaking with starlight (or just freezing, one of the two). i could feel our distance, intentional and silent like the mountains.
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is the idea grander than this reality?
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when i look into your eyes, i cannot tell the time. i cannot feel the cold seeping into my 7 layers of clothes. i cannot feel the snow, nor the immense stomachache that consumes me at this altitude. i do not recognize thirst or exhaustion.
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this is not luck we feel.
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