your breath no longer touches my neck
and i've been running into the wind trying to
remember what it was like
to feel your touch and the linger of your breath
but each time
it leaves me in tears upon the same hill
where we watched the sky become smoky lights
that night in July
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
p o e t r y
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