To The Lady on the Train,
I do not know how to map an entire universe with just my hands, but I have traced the constellations on your skin. I have fallen through a galaxy of stars just looking at you as you turn toward me. I have discovered worlds of unimaginable beauty by listening to your sighs.
You are magic and have condensed time and space into your form.
The Man in the Station
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