I didn’t know it could hurt back then, we were drunk on bliss and sweet wine, glowing in ways the young always do, a raw light through us that can be almost too dangerous to touch. It was all instinct and velocity, we’d come to know it as a sacred rush, as wanting more than one can really give, so we’d reach below and find the kind  of fire that made us feel as if we belonged. It was never

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