We belong to the hum of time,
to the quiet pulse of existence,
to the weight of stars
that press gently on out skin.
We belong to each other,
to the laughter that lingers,
to the silent spaces
woven between words.
We belong to this moment,
alive, unbroken,
held by the infinite
and the fleeting.
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