Bloom.

All of my secrets rush through my lips in a whisper.

Though they are spoken aloud, they are heard by my ears only

and are illuminated with each breath.

My words of truth laced with fate

continue to escape.

Promises ring through the air

and they are bright there, right there,

carved into each star

awaiting the inevitable blooming sensation

and sealing what is to come, to show how

wonderful things truly are.

 

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