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I often dream of a grave… Deep and narrow, where it’s just us nothing more, nothing less. where the whole world could vanish, Yet I would still feel you, pressing against me. your arms wrapped around mine as if destiny itself had bound us so close that time could never tear us apart. My face buried in your chest, where I hear that steady thrum of your heart. And your breath, Oh, your breath, It touches the top of my head so softly, like a whispered vow. The Grave Where no o...