In this space
.
.
.
worlds burn
and planets combust.
There is an astronomical chasm
between you
and
I.

When our palms touch
and we meet halfway,

the unthreaded world
is woven back together
and showers of rain
wash away the sins of the past
, , ,
, , ,
, , ,

planets collide
in the twinkling heavens
of the night sky
above you and I.

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Kiss me now and never let me go.
(Seriously, it's the only way to save the world).