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everything is hot and stuffy 
our glasses sweat, 
they create pools of condensed water 
the table sticks to my elbows from humidity 
its plastic is scratched from so many plates before

we kissed 
your lips red and full
mine chalky and dry

you stomped by everyone's sleeping heads 
when i pushed u off 
dripping ur red lips 
from your angry veins

stains no one would see 

we bury the dead beneath the ground 

and look up towards the sky to reach them, 

and we dare say there is a distinction in direction 

you do not have to look 
at the moon 
to know she is full.

she is my sister, 
full 
more than full 
more than infinite 
more than 
the line between the rock and the sky

Have you ever met someone who truly feels like your other half? Who completes you? Not even romantically, I mean even a friend who mirrors your soul, reflecting back the sweetest parts. Well, I met one of these people last spring.

It sounded like the popping of a champagne bottle.