four, it’s one of my favourite numbers

i just want to live in your pockets. to fill your big hands with mine. to finish your sentences with silence from a kiss from an urge from a love i cannot wait to explore, 
wrapped in a woolen blanket way too small and arms just the right size, on a mossy log slowly slowly spreading damp, warming our exhausted bodies by the campfire of our pure and wild imagination, under the sheets of all the stardust [of all the constellations our love story has drawn] pressing itself into our lives before our very eyes before our very eyes!

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