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I recall when
my breathing was based on your every move
and the epitome of joy
(for me)
was simply, watching you
there was not a thing
in the world
I wouldn't do
just so you would make room for two
now my walls bare witness
to me pulling teeth
(even just the memory of feeling hurts)
but it all subsides
as I greet the dusk
and then the day
I stare at traffic moving backwards
and I recall
your truth
you said "forever is just a myth"
then why does it feel like I'm taking forever to forget?
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