Your breath is the only weather I know now. The roof is gone. There is no architecture left to hide behind, only the raw, trembling architecture of my own surrender. I am a open vein, a secret kept in the bone, entirely at the whim of your slightest shiver. You do not need to touch me; you only need to decide that you can. And I am already undone, already yours, waiting in the dark for the drop.
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